Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Hell hath no fury...

Like a mother cleaning her house after the stomach bug. The bathrooms are scoured, the floors are mopped, and I have washed every stitch of clothing and linens in this house. We have Febreezed the ottoman two or three times and it has yet to smell respectable enough to make it in from the back porch. That's where it all started with Tori getting sick. We're all well, for now, but I'm not counting my chickens.

I wish I had more to blog about but honestly that's all I've done for the past week. It was ugly and brutal and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I did happen to think as I was huddled up beside Maggie as she tossed her cookies that though the stomach bug really sucks, I have had twins and I can get through this. The bug is miserable and you feel like you and your family are going to die when you're in the middle of it, but you know that in about 48 hours it'll all be over. When you have infant twins the fun really doesn't end until they're...well...we're not there yet. But close to two years ago (wow) we were at the beginning of it all. The all night feedings, the trips to the ER, the puking, the crying, the reflux, the bladder infections, the breathing treatments, the specialists. If we've made it through that then by golly we can make it through the stomach flu.

Some days I seriously just sit and think that I don't know how Jon and Kate do it - or anyone else with more multiples than two. But then I think about how people say that to me all the time..."I don't know how you do it. I couldn't do it." Well, you could do it...you just DO it. I guess that's what Jon and Kate do, but I mean, still.

Cute factors for today, though, have been Tori and Zoe doing tricks and then both screaming, "Ta-Da!" at the top of their lungs. By tricks I mean attempting to do a forward roll or just standing there, throwing their hands up in the air and looking cute. Ta Da!

Also, I went in to get them up from their nap and Zoe was totally naked. She just kept rubbing her hands up and down her belly and saying, "Jay-Buh, Jay-Buh, Jay-Buh" over and over. I realized after a minute that she was saying "Jay Bird, Jay Bird" because, well, she was a naked jaybird. Gotta embrace this while I can.

2 comments:

gooddog said...

what a great post.

we're in the middle of the stomach bug now so i can relate to the survival mode aspect of life.
so true... we do what we have to.

we were talking in bible study about that old thing people say "God doesn't give you more than you can handle" and how the truth is... hell yes He does, He doesn't want US to handle it! He wants us to rely on Him. That is what I think of when I'm washing another load of pukey clothes.

Love to your fam! Keep writing. I love reading it.

katy said...

love the naked jaybird comment.. Addie says the same thing!! Glad y'all are well!