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Many years ago, I had a 6 month old, a two year old, and a three year old. We all had the same type of flu bug. I will never forget sitting on the floor and pulling up the two year old's pants after a diarrhea episode. I was so glad I was able to clean him up and keep my stomach. As he was facing me and I was pulling up his pants, he vomited ALL over me .... I vomited right back all over him. He was quite horrified, but I remember just laughing and running the bath tub and we both got in and cleaned up. I have to admit, that is one of my better memories of being a mom. Of course, my husband doesn't get it.I hope your friends get better soon. |
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Yep, you have to laugh at gross. When my daughter was young we were at my mothers early one morning, and I was sitting cross legged in the livingroom in front of the heater while she was eating breakfast, she was about 3 at the time. She had been croupy for a couple days, and came in there and climbed up in my lap and then started coughing. The "stuff" started coming lose in her throat and I couldn't get up to get a napking so I told her just to spit it out in my hand. I made it just fine till she got thru - just phlegm (sp?) - and went to the kitchen sink to was my hands. When it hit me what I was washing outta my hand I gagged and ran out the door and PAINTED my mothers rose bushes with my breakfast.
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That reminds me of the camping trip from hell! A few years back me and my kids went camping with my friend, her husband and their three kids. Me and my kids were in one tent and they were all together in another. About 3am I woke up because of all the commotion outside. I got up and their youngest had diarrhea all over and the middle child was puking and hysterical. The mom was trying to clean up and calm down the middle child and the dad was trying to clean up the mess. I took the youngest to the bathroom to clean him up. When I got back, mom, dad and the two oldest kids were staring horrified at the tent. Apparently the oldest woke up and started puking and then dad started puking. Finally they decided to pull the duffel bag and any valuable stuff out of the tent. Then we all grabbed a corner and walked the tent, sleeping bags and all, over to the dumpster.
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