I haven't thrown up since I was 14. I'm not kidding.... no barf since that lunchtime mom fed me tuna when I was feeling a bit icky with PMS. (I warned you that this was TMI!)
I have always insisted that I don't believe in throwing up. And I don't. I don't believe in it. I think it is not necessary and that you can always avoid it. I am a fan of telling the story about how Tim always used to throw up after playing hockey, and one time I just told him he couldn't anymore. He just wasn't allowed to throw up! He could drink some water and then go to bed. And sure enough, he hasn't barfed since. It was my crowning moment with barfing.
And then came yesterday morning. I woke up feeling like I'd been rolled in raw sausage and dragged through some dirty sheets. I heroically struggled through eating two saltines, because those are supposed to make you feel better. And then I drank a lot of water, because it felt SO GOOD!
And then I got dressed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, etc., etc., and as I was walking back past my bed, with not a care in the world, not even feeling nauseated!!! Suddenly, I was barfing. I didn't have a chance to get to the bathroom. I didn't have a chance to get to the trashcan. I didn't have a chance to remember that people would say "I told you so!"
It was too late. It was either barf on the clean laundry in the basket on the floor, or barf on the bed. I chose the bed.
I'll spare you the details, although, logically, if you've gotten this far in this post, you could probably handle the details. Nevertheless, let's skip over that part, and move on.
The rest of the day passed in a daze-- a daze of migraine. It wasn't enough to be nauseated, but I had to have the third worst migraine I've ever had. I repeatedly asked the Lord to get rid of it, but he didn't until the middle of the night last night.
BUT TODAY has started so much better! I skipped the saltines, because I didn't want to repeat THAT performance. Hadn't even washed my bedding yet... just had stripped the bed and thrown the bedding in the garage. Tim made me two lovely pieces of wheat toast. Yes, they tasted disgusting, because who wants to eat dry toast with no water? (I was afraid to drink water after yesterday, too.) But I managed, and then I got up so I could get Tim to work. Wonderful man, he got himself ready and the boys ready without my help, so that all I had to do was carry around my trashcan (a policy we instituted since yesterday morning) and get dressed.
I still haven't brushed my teeth (I'm afraid to), although arguably I'd feel so much better if I did.
But there is no migraine yet today. I can take nausea and barfing if there is no migraine with it. A migraine too is just a little much for me.
Joey was a giant help yesterday. Bam-Bam was a naughty little bugger, but Joey whispered, got me water, sat quietly, and was just in general a sweet little man. Christopher had to go to bed early last night, but Joey got to stay up with daddy and had some candy.
We haven't told them what is going on with the new baby. We will one of these weeks when we think they can understand. They will be excited! We are planning on switching their room, though, and we'll have to either finish the bunk beds or buy new ones. We haven't decided what we're going to do. I don't believe I'm supposed to be smelling the stain stench or breathing in the wood shavings.
We're loving our three blessings from God. Even though two of them lie pretty frequently and one causes migraines and nausea. :)