This past Saturday was our 11 year anninversary. And this is how the day started...
Logan woke up at 1:30 a.m. whining that his stomach hurt. Ryan went into their room and there was puke all over his bed. Ryan was not happy at all. I had been sick off and on since Monday, and Blake had been sick since Halloween. He started throwing up on Halloween, and has basically thrown up every other if not every day since. Ryan has been so good about just cleaning up the mess. He has cleaned puke out of my car that was covering both car seats, and has stripped and cleaned Blakes bed when he threw up on Tuesday. On Friday I was so sick I could hardly get out of bed, besides to run to the toilet. So Ryan had come home from work for a few hours to help with the kids, which was such a relief. He took Logan to the Jazz game that night and when Logan was getting ready for bed he said that his stomach hurt. So, Ryan knew that Logan was getting the flu. He got a garbage can and put it besides Logan's bed and asked and begged him to puke in the garbage can if he couldn't make it to the bathroom. So when there was no puke in the garbage, but all over the bed, that was why Ryan was not happy. Ryan had Logan get in the shower while he stripped the bed and started the laundry. We got the bed made and got Logan back to sleep. He threw up a couple more times throughout the night. And had some on the bed again, so Ryan changed the bedding again. He ran his trailer out to his guys so they could work, and came home with roses for me. He got the kids all fed. Helped a guy blow out his sprinkler lines and ran to a couple of stores with me. We picked up a movie and Panda Express for dinner. It was not our most romantic anniversary, but definitly one we will remember. This is why I have the best husband in the world.
P.S. He is home today sick with the stomach flu now (our pediatrician said this is lasting up to 2 weeks, so stay clear of our house)
As if having the stomach flu for the past 10 days wasn't enough...this happened. He was finally getting back to himself today and while he was in the shower with his brothers, who were being a little crazy, he leaned against the shower door and it flew open. He fell and hit the metal edge along the bottom of the door and cut his face. I yelled to Ryan to come and look, and we decided that we had better run him into the instacare. So I spent 2 hours of my night down there. I felt so bad for Blake. Of course he was happy as can be right before they started, but screamed the entire time. It was so sad to have to pin him down and let them poke him. But by the time we got back home he was pretty much back to himself. Good thing kids heal fast!
