what a week

Monday night into Tuesday, Connor caught the stomach virus that has been going around (it's been on the news). He literally vomited every 5-10 minutes from 1 a.m. to 10 a.m. and then had to go to the hospital for fluids via IV. When Connor started to get sick in the middle of the night, Carl and I decided that only one of us should be with him and the other would handle the girls so Carl spent the entire night in Connor's room, on the floor, with a basin, not sleeping, and cleaning up after him. What a dad.

Then they spent the day at the hospital on Tuesday, not getting home until 7 p.m. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were spent just hangin' in, taking care of Connor, disinfecting the house, and keeping the girls occupied and away from the sickness. Today was the first day that Connor didn't vomit and he finally got to eat. Up until today, he has been living on Gatorade, liquid and popsicle varieties. Today he ate toast, applesauce, crackers and wanted mac n' cheese for dinner. He finally cracked a smile today too and was up off the couch. Now we just have to get some weight back on him...he looks like a skeleton to me. I think he's lost at least 5 pounds.

Be glad I don't have pictures to illustrate this past week. I do have a picture from tonight though when he was feeling a little better: