You can find Phil and I engulfed in a variety of reality shows these days. Especially given that few things of interest are even on the television. We frequently watch top chef and most recently restaurant take-over. And with that said, you would think that we would be even more selective about where we eat.
Well we I had a rude awakening this weekend. We’ve been battling a few sicknesses here in the Nevels household. It began a few weeks ago with Phil who had a very strange congested cough, but no other symptoms. As a result, he went on with his regularly scheduled programming until the cough went away. Next Zoe became sick with a similar cough marked with a few sniffles and in perfect domino fashion, I fell ill with a sinus infection. Then to trump it all, the husband, who is never sick, caught some sort of stomach virus that had him laid out for over 24 hours…vomiting.
Now I’ve nurtured Phil through basic cold and flu symptoms before, but the onslaught of but when it came to Phil heaving and convulsing in the toilet, I was at a total loss. He’s rarely ever sick and definitely never sick to his stomach. I offered him tea, water, crackers and even a warm shower but nothing worked. He spent a full day wreathing and rolling in bed. a stomach virus coupled with a sick/fussy baby was more than I could manage. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
I fumbled my way through Zoe’s sickness, watching for any major changes,
I finally called upon my Aunt who brought in reinforcement…food, Grapeseed Extract and Grandma.
As of this evening, the Nevels Clan is slowly on the up & up, but I can’t help but dread the next time we’re quarantined and I’m the only Mom standing.