





Week 2 and as you may have guessed by the title, didn’t exactly go as I’d expected. Monday and Tuesday were normal for me and the boys. This week they went to flag football camp. This was also a Y program and at the same location as last week, so it was the same schedule, same staff, same routine. All good. The boys enjoyed it and were busy all day. Exactly as I’d hoped! Nate had Monday off for Juneteenth and spent the day golfing. Unfortunately the 90+ degree weather left him dehydrated and sick by the end of the day. He spent the evening nauseous, miserable and in bed.




Wednesday night, as I was cooking dinner, I started to feel a bit queasy, but I assumed I was just really hungry since I’d eaten an early lunch and not much else since. But after dinner, my stomach was not feeling better. I’ll spare the details, but there was a lot of laying in bed holding my stomach, and every 15 minutes or so, my entire body would revolt and attempt to force all of my internal organs OUT of my body. It was horrendous.
At about 9pm, Xander jumped out of bed and proceeded to explode vomit all over our bathroom in a way I haven’t seen since college. At that point, he moved into bed with me, Gussie moved to Xander’s top bunk and Nate took Gussie’s bottom bunk. Xander and had a rough night, waking up over and over. My poor baby kept saying, “why is this happening to us?” Ugh.



We spent Thursday eating pedialyte pops, drinking electrolyte drinks, laying in bed. Periodically we would just hold hands in miserable solidarity. Gussie had a good day at football camp and then he and Nate went to soccer where their team won their game. He came home sweaty but happy. Xander has been pretty anti-soccer for the last few weeks, so I think he was happy to spend the evening next to me in bed, rather than at soccer…
Life as a working mom is a juggling act of working full time, spending enough quality time with my children, quality time with my husband, making time for family and friend relationships, taking care of my house and my dogs, getting enough exercise, getting enough sleep, cooking nutritious meals, having hobbies, volunteering, and like whatever other 5 million things you are supposed to do. It’s why I always sort of have a crazed look in my eye as I try to do it all. So getting KNOCKED on my back for 24 hours was stressful to say the least. I’m busy with a big project at work and I needed a full productive day on Thursday to stay on track. And it is amazing how quickly a house can fall to pieces when you’re not staying on top of the 12 million things that need to get done every day. It was not a great middle of the week.
Luckily we were all back to normal on Friday. Xander went back to football camp and I spent the day working without blinking, moving, or coming up for air, desperate to catch up. Augustus, Nate, and my mom (who was over for dinner on Wednesday) never caught the plague that Xander and I had, which I was really grateful for. 24 hours of vomit had nearly pushed me over the edge!
Saturday was day#2 of catch up. The boys spent the morning playing with Sam and Abby and I spent the morning doing laundry, cleaning and working. I spent the afternoon at the birthday party with the boys- I wasn’t actually planning to stay, but there were drinks and snacks and lots of adults and the weather was gorgeous. So, “I’ll just stay for a few minutes” turned into all afternoon.
Sunday is always a great day- the boys spent the day with Grandma Debbie. There were some science experiments in the morning and then they went to the movie theater to see Elemental. Nate spent the day at a golf tournament. I spent the day grocery shopping, cleaning, catching up on work, and baking cookies.
The boys came home pretty early in the afternoon so they could play with Sam and Abby. After dinner, there was an intense kids vs. grown ups soccer game- losers would have to jump in our pool. In an accidental last minute move, the grown ups WON the game (whoops), but the kids were good sports about losing. However, as we started the 5 minute walk home, the heavens opened up and we were SOAKED! No pool jumping necessary, everyone was drenched. We went to Kelly and Silas’s porch and had freezie pops and hung out. Eventually the rain stopped and the kids ran around and played outside until we dragged them in for bedtime.








Sticking with the theme of vomit, this week we also got some tests results back from the allergist… Augustus went to the allergist for the first time when he was 2 and tested positive for a peanut sensitivity. The doctor told us it was mild and to keep exposing him to peanuts. Augustus can sense a peanut from a mile away and will spit out anything peanut related the moment it touches his mouth. Peanuts make his mouth itch, but we haven’t taken it too seriously since the doctor told us not to worry. 2 weeks ago, Gussie ate a peanut butter filled pretzel, not knowing it had peanut butter inside. Immediately, he started spitting and trying to wash his mouth out. I had him gargle water, I tried to use a wash cloth to help him wipe off his tongue, he brushed his teeth. Nothing was helping and he was miserable. Then his lips started to swell, which hasn’t happened before. I gave him benedryl right away, but he was so uncomfortable. And then he started holding his stomach, screaming in pain. It went on for about 20 minutes (I was on hold with his doctor’s office at this point) and I was starting to think we might need to take him to the ER. He didn’t have hives or issues breathing, but he was in a lot of pain. And then, just as I was really getting concerned, he vomited up every last thing in his little body. And as soon as he did that, he felt better.
I made an appointment with the allergist the next day. He has never had that reaction before, but I also don’t think he’s actually swallowed peanut butter in the past. The allergist did a blood test this time (last time was just a skin test) and this week he called to let me know that it’s not just a sensitivity, but a real allergy. Gussie’s is on the mild side and there’t not a need for an epi pen. But we are going from trying to expose him to peanuts to actually avoiding peanuts from now on.
That’s it for the vomit report. Hopefully the week ahead is healthy and happy for all!