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Bye-Bye, Stomach Bug: A Parent’s Battle Against Vomit
Every parent has those fleeting moments of doubt, wondering if life would be simpler—less chaotic, less pricey, and less exhausting—if they hadn’t opted for parenthood at all. I had one of those reflections over winter break when my little one caught the stomach bug circulating through town.
I adore my kids and wouldn’t dream of life without them. I mean, that’s just not a realistic thought, right? I made my choices, and while it’s sometimes a wild ride, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. However, let’s be honest: I absolutely detest vomiting.
Sure, everyone hates it, but I have a special vendetta against it. I want to track it down, unleash a vengeance so fierce that it will squirm in agony. I can imagine confronting it in a dark alley, declaring dramatically, “I’m Jerry Thompson, and you’ve wreaked havoc on my family. Get ready to suffer!” Then, I’d metaphorically shoot it in the kneecaps, just to relish in its pain, much like the misery it’s inflicted on me while I’ve curled on the bathroom floor.
And yes, I also despise nausea. Even though I know that throwing up often brings relief, I refuse to concede to it. I’d rather battle the urge for hours than give in to the unpleasantness.
But sometimes, it’s unavoidable—like when your baby wakes up from a nap covered in vomit. And because I chose to have kids, I’m now tasked with cleaning up the mess, which inevitably leaves me covered in the aftermath. Soon enough, the entire household is on the verge of purging. Fantastic.
As a parent, experiencing a stomach bug—or several—is just part of the package. The moment your baby arrives, you also get a vomit companion. They should hand out signs at the hospital that say, “Congratulations, you’ve also welcomed a stomach bug into your life! Get ready for it!” (I’d skip the celebratory cigar, though.)
Last week, when my baby woke up covered in the dreaded stuff, no signs were needed—I was already dousing myself in hand sanitizer, trying desperately to avoid the wave of nausea that was surely coming for me. Forget shingles; the norovirus is a relentless foe that seems intent on wreaking havoc as it attempts to escape your body from both ends.
Once your kids hit daycare or school, they become walking petri dishes, bringing home all kinds of germs. From pesky bugs to the notorious stomach virus, they will turn your family into a shivering mass of couch potatoes just trying to sip ginger ale.
The silver lining? My little one bounced back by morning, which was great for him but not so much for my wife and me, who were still battling the bug for another 24 hours. Managing a lively baby while feeling like you’ve been run over by a truck is no picnic. It’s a unique kind of torture, though at least we didn’t have to worry about dehydration and a trip to the ER.
And then there’s my 6-year-old, who somehow dodged the bug entirely. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, but if I had to, it might just be him. Perhaps a little illness would keep him in bed past dawn!
In summary, the stomach bug is an unwelcome guest in every parent’s life, one that seems to thrive in the chaos of family life. The good news is that, eventually, it passes.
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