Most people don't know that about two weeks ago, Camilla (3 years-old) threw up in her car seat while we were searching for a parking spot at the YMCA. I had to pull the car by the front door, yell at two women in the parking lot whom I knew to watch my car, and run into the front desk to announce that the spin class I teach was CANCELED! Horrible night.
Well, I can now beat it.
This past weekend we loaded up the entire family and drove 3.5 hours to visit Steve's grandmother in Conway, SC (Myrtle Beach area). We had a wonderful visit. On Sunday, we pushed the kids all morning till about 1 o'clock with no nap to make for an easy ride home. We were about one hour out of Myrtle Beach when Rex woke up. (For all of you who know that ride from Myrtle Beach out 501, once you leave the commercial areas, you are now in the sand hills of South Carolina.)
Rex (20 months-old) woke up and started throwing up all over himself. Recalling the weather on Sunday, December 8th, it was raining, misting, and cold all day. I can't get Steve to pull over fast enough into the only pull-off area possible - a private drive that leads off to three mobile homes in a field. There we were, stripping Rex of all his clothes, in the misting, cold weather at someone's private street. Fortunately since we were traveling, I had extra clothes for him. But, all I had for cleaning supplies was a small, travel size pack of wipes. We remove the car seat and use the wipes to "knock" the chunks into the road and wipe down the seat to the best of our ability. Unfortunately this car seat doesn't have a removable cover (which is going to become a problem later when we try to clean it). We have a beach towel in the trunk to lay over the seat, thread the straps through, and buckle him back into his smelly car seat. Away we go for another two and a half hours home.
As we are pulling into Kannapolis, Steve and I start putting together a game plan on how to clean and disinfect. He is going to take the car seat into the driveway and wash while I take Rex straight to the bathroom. "Ready - Break." I stop by the washing machine on my way to the bathroom to strip him again. Although they WERE clean clothes he has been sitting in vomit for two hours. We go to the bathroom and start the water. I make it a bubble bath so he would want to play for a while, getting water in every crack of his body. As the tub fills, I take his diaper off, and he pees on the floor. Well, that's nothing at this point!! I'll clean that up any day! Into the bubble bath he goes and I clean the floor. Camilla walks by and sees a huge bubble bath, "Can I get in?" "Sure." So, with the two of them playing I move back and forth between the rooms cleaning and starting the laundry when I hear...
"Here you go mommy," and she hands me a small brown rock.
"What's this?"
"Um, poop."
"Oh really? Where did you get that from."
"From the water." I started to push the bubbles away so I could see the water....and yes....it was full of poop floating around.
"Steve?????? Are you available???"
I grabbed Rex and he grabbed Camilla and we ran them both into our shower to be rewashed, and good ol' Steve who had just finished washing the car seat and placed it by the fire to dry, was now bleaching the shower. "For life's bleach-able moments...."
Rex officially gave us the Triple Threat Sunday evening all within four hours - puke, pee, and poop.
But, if that is what it means to be blessed with wonderful, healthy children, well then bring on the poop, or pee, but I'd prefer to be done with my puke blessings.
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