Double Happiness

[warning: long, boring, no photo post]

Saturday is a special day: daddy cooks diner, we all eat the same thing together, and we all sleep in the same room. On regular nights, the kids have their own baby meal before us, and while Celestine sleeps with us, Tristan sleeps with BlutPaw in the other room.

So Saturday nights are fun… Except when erm, we realize the mash potatoes dad wants to cook are a bit expired, but still look good, so we give them a try… and then we all get food poisonning.

It all started ok: no sign or bad taste whatsoever during the diner itself, Tristan in particular ate A LOT. This boy looooves his mash potatoes. We took the babies to bed, they fell asleep, Yvonne was tired and stayed with them, I went back to work on the computer a bit. Around 11h30pm, Yvonne calls me urgently, Tristan had vomited all over: mattress, pillows, blanket, stuffed animals, everything. We take him out, Yvonne cleans him, I take the first pass at rinsing the vomit out of everything. He singled handledly soiled 3 pillows, inclusing Yvonnes because she was lying next to him at that moment.

We attribute the episode at Tristan eating too much, too fast. We get another clean mattress for him, he falls asleep again, fast. Yvonne stays in the room, I continue my stuff, we look forward to a peacedul night from then on.

Another 45mn later, Yvonne calls me again. Tristan had vomited again. Not so much, since he pretty much emptied himself the previous time, but enough to soil one more blanket.

We start to suspect the potatoes, but are not sure yet because, well, everyone else is fine.

I switch off the computer and join Yvonne in the room. Over the next 2 hours. Tristan wakes up several times to vomit. The terrible kind of vomit: stomach spasms with nothing coming out because there’s nothing to vomit. Just spitting saliva and feeling miserable. At least we are prepared: we have a pale in the room, that he uses cleanly. Yvonne tells me she’s starting to not feel good as well. Perhaps it’s just the smell of Tristan’s vomitus… We wish… At around 4am Yvonne rushes out of the room to vomit.

Luckily at that time, Tristan is stable. Yvonne rushing out wakes BlutPaw up. We carry Tristan to her room so she can take care of him in case he wakes up again (which luckily he doesn’t). Yvonne vomits another 2 rounds over the next 1.5 hours.

We manage to all wake up around 9am. I’m fine. Yvonne is down though, she will stay in bed and rest pretty much the rest of the day, enjoying an occasional dash to the toilet to attend to some diarrhea. Tristan and Celestine seem fine and drink their morning milk. Celestine has no energy though, and just lies on the couch all morning, we know something is up :/ .

Time for lunch, Tristan and Celestine refuse to eat their porridge. They accept some oat meal. Nap time comes, they both fall asleep in less than 10mn. Cool.

I go down to the market because I want to make a vegetable soup to cleanse everyone’s system. Being back , I start preparing.

1.5 hour into the nap (naps are usually 2.5 to 3 hours), Celestine vomits her morning milk and the oat meal all over, that’s another bedsheet soiled, plus her pyjama. I was preparing the soup at the time, so Yvonne is the one to attend to her first. We set up a sleeping station in the living room, where Celestine sleeps on the coach, and Yvonne next to her on the floor. They’ll both sleep another 1.5 hours.

Meanwhile diarrhea kinda hits me. I gotta go. Nice timing for Tristan to wake up. Blut Paw attends to him. In 10mn, he vomits all of his oat meal. One more bed sheet soiled. Beside that, he surprisingly seems in great spirit and shape.

When Celestine wakes up, she’s also in great form. Her energy is back and I spend time with her and Tristan. They want to draw, play, and even go outside.

Diner comes, they want nothing at all. they have a bit of my great soup but they’re not fans (these little ingrates!). The tiredness+sickness is hitting them. They cry for this, and cry for that, shout, and drive us crazy. Yvonne, being sick, is not in the mood to entertain their every demand either.

We manage to get them to sleep. Yvonne crashes with Celestine and sleeps right away too.

And, here I am, typing my report of the day. I’m pretty exhausted myself, and I’m starting to feel my stomach churning too. Oh boy, I sure hope I don’t vomit this night.

Worse thing: I have not managed to take a shower the whole day yet. I’ll do that after this post. What made it hard is that food poisoning gives you the cold chill, so Yvonne and Celestine’s condition prohibited the use of aircon, and even fans! And that doesn’t do well with me … In other words… I stink!

Ok, that’s it. Oh and by the way, we are definitely blaming the potatoes. I threw the rest of the box away. Don’t mess with expired stuff, it’s not worth it!

[edit Mon 3:15pm]
The nightmarish weekend wasn’t over for me after the post I did yesterday night. I did take my shower and went to bed at about midnight, only to realize that the moment I’d lie down, my intestines would go: “Hey bro, time to go, hurry hurry hurry”. Great. That happened about every 15mn, and that little routine lasted about an hour. I realized I couldn’t just go back to the room each time and risk waking Yvonne and Celestine up. So I set up a sleeping station in the living room. The routine continued up to 2am until at last, it stabilized. By the way, FatBoys are great to sleep on!

At 3am, Tristan had woken BlutPaw because he was hungry (not surprising). He ran into the leaving room where he kinda tripped over me, causing me to have a surprise startle, which in turn scared him so bad (realize it was very dark), that he started to cry, and cry, and cry. I comforted him as I could, BlutPaw made the milk and that was it.

At that point, since my intestines were leaving me alone, I decided it was ok to get back to the room. It’s around 3:15am now. Then at 4am, Celestine woke up and called us both because she could not find her pacifier. She wouldn’t go back to sleep without it. I wake up, take the lamp, look around, under the bed, spot it against the wall, we have to displace the bed to reach it. It’s 4:15am now. back to sleep.

Then at 6am, my intestines go: “Wakie wakie bro, time to go again”. Joy. The routine starts again until around 7:30am, then it stopped again. At 8:15am Yvonne wakes up, she has to get ready for work. She’s feeling MUCH better, which is great. For me, well, I’m kinda stuck in bed, barely able to move at all. The intestines bother me another 2 or 3 times in the morning but overall, they leave me alone, and all I can do is sleep. Working, was out of the question.

I woke up around 2:30pm, take another shower. And there you go, now I’m done writing the post update. It’s 3:30pm. I hope I can get some work done today :/