I can say without a doubt that this has been the WORST Thanksgiving we’ve ever experienced.
We got the Norovirus.
The only one that seems to have been spared is my oldest son, Daniel. Yep. Sir nummies got it Sunday and vomited all morning. Thankfully after a LOT of nursing, the magical breastmilk seems to have done its job and he was back to his happy self by late afternoon. I wish I could say the same for myself.
It seems to have lasted longer with me and even as I type this I am miserable and in pain. I’ve suffered from two migraines and a third will probably hit soon because it looks like it’ll rain.
I am trying to have high hopes that the rest of this week improves.
Not Over Yet
As of now, Tuesday SUPER EARLY MORNING. My oldest son Daniel has started vomiting. I had hoped one of the boys would be spared but sadly, everyone in my household is having to deal with this evil illness. I got him cleaned up, on the couch, vomit bowl and gingerale in hand, and cartoons on the TV.
Keep Danny in your thoughts please!