We are all still alive.
I never got very sick, mainly because I decided fuck that shit and refused to eat. Which, hey! Totally works! Who knew starvation could be a friend? And I totally lost the Easter weight so added bonus!
Of course, now I'm back to being my gluten-free foodie self. (Piggy likes to eat. Swooeee! Swooeee!)
Having sick children is quite an interesting fiasco. I'm use to the atopic dermatitis, the food allergies, the occasional runny nose and sensory issued meltdowns.
But I've never quite willed someone to have solid poop. Or please, for the love of everything good and holy (or demonic and evil -- however you choose), will you please just not puke anymore this hour. Darwin experienced five days of puking and six days of diarrhea. And I experienced the joys of cleaning all that up in the house and the van and Griffin's school and in the driveway and at Whole Foods.
Being stuck in a vortex of disgusting germ-infested bodily fluids is not a fun place to be. And hopefully, I will not be sucked back into it anytime soon.