So let me give you a timeline of our weekend.
Friday AM: Scott leaves for Florida. They have a "sales" meeting down there for the next week.
Saturday 7 AM: Sienna throws up almost her entire bottle. Weird, but not unprecedented. She was coughing a lot that morning, so I chalk it up to her cough.
Saturday Noon: Sienna and I go to lunch with Gramma Marilyn. Sienna has some funky gas, but otherwise acts normal.
Saturday 2:30 PM: Sienna wakes up crying after only sleeping 30 minutes. I am holding her on the couch, and she proceeds to vomit all over herself, me & the couch. There can't be anything left in her stomach. Immediately afterwards, she has horrible diarrhea.
Saturday night: Sienna wakes up a few times with painful cries, but luckily no more vomiting. Whew.
Sunday afternoon: I start feeling sluggish. Just figure I'm tired.
Sunday 3:30 PM: I can hardly hold Sienna because I am so weak and shaking. I feel like I could throw up at any moment. I sit with her on the floor of her room, waiting for my mom & dad to come over and help.
Sunday 4:30 PM: I am vomiting violently and laying on the couch feeling like I could die. I have not been this sick in YEARS.
Sunday night: My mom decides to stay over & help take care of Sienna, since I am obviously unable to at this point in time. Also, Sienna's been waking up at night for about the past week since she's had a cough/cold/flu. I figure I'm going to need some help at night.
Sunday 7:00 PM: Sienna is screaming & crying because she is tired & wants me (not Nana) to put her to bed. I am dry heaving in the next room. Lovely.
Sunday 7:30 PM: Sienna goes to sleep.
Sunday 8:30 PM: I go to sleep.
Sunday 9:30 PM: My mom starts throwing up. She calls my dad to come over and spend the night, so he can help with Sienna if she wakes up.
Monday 12:30 AM: My dad starts throwing up. No joke.
Monday 12:30 AM - 3:30 AM: I am awake and can't go back to sleep because my fever is so high.
Monday 6:45 AM: Sienna wakes up, oblivious to the night's antics. Luckily, she did not wake up in the middle of the night. I'm not sure who would have taken care of her. I call Scott to fill him in on the craziness. He's lucky to be in Florida.
Monday Noon: I finally eat something and start laundry... it's going to take many loads of laundry to rid our home of these germs.