Blech - another super long blog entry

Warning: you may not enjoy reading this entry if you have a weak stomach.

Last night Ethan and I attended a Relief Society function at our local Noodles & Co. (blech). I started to eat my pesto cavatappi and noticed that it was quite dry and not as good as it used to be. But I ate it anyway. Ethan kept reaching for my plate, so I gave him a few noodles to try.

Nearing the end of our party, I began to feel a little nauseous. I thought it might be because, at that point, I was walking around visiting with other women with a 23-pound baby in my arms and 3 1/2-inch heels on my feet. That can always make you dizzy. But after I sat down again, I still felt odd. My friend Rachel inquired upon my meal and I told her it wasn't so hot, but I couldn't complain because it was quite inexpensive.

Well now I'm complaining.

I felt absolutely horrible when I reached my apartment. Ryan was still in class so I quickly put Ethan to bed and laid on the couch. Suddenly, my mouth filled with warm saliva and I knew that I needed to get to the toilet fast. I ran and pulled up the lid just in time for my pesto cavatappi and a pizza I had eaten earlier in the day to slide right back out. I felt a lot better for about 10 minutes. I drank some water and ate a few fruit snacks.

Then I heard Ethan cough. Then I heard him spew.

I ran into his room to find him covered in puke that looked a lot like mine. I stripped him down and tried to clean him off the best I could, but I was feeling terrible at this point and couldn't do much other than hold him. We watched T.V. for a while while he drank some water. Of course, he vomited again, but this time on the carpet. I felt so wretched that I crawled over to grab some napkins and just put them on top of the mess and hoped some of it would absorb.

I pulled the second pair of pjs off of him. We continued to lose all that was in our stomachs. At one point, Ethan had just thrown up all over me and I started to vomit into a nearby bucket. He was screaming and covered in nastiness, but I couldn't help because I just kept puking.

Ryan walked in to see this calamity and SAVED THE DAY. He gave Ethan a bath, cleaned up the vomit that covered countless towels, the carpet, the sheets and everything we had touched. He talked to the doctor, rocked Ethan to sleep, then slept by our son the rest of the night. That left me to wallow in misery in the entire bed. He stayed home from work for much of the day today to give me some time to sleep it off. He is such a wonderful husband and father.

I think together, Ethan and I spewed at least 12 times. We are feeling a little better today (minus our loss of appetites and achiness all over) but that won't stop us from tarnishing the name of Noodles & Company!