Our youngest (2) woke up every hour from three to seven this morning to throw up. “Mommy, help me,” she yelled the first time she vomitted. She had no idea what was happening, this being the first time food left her body through that exit. She must have been as scared as she was sick.
I blame Redneck Neighbor’s family. He, his wife, and his youngest caught this bug and then brought it to our blow-up pool where my family and Brody‘s apparently caught it. The good news is that the worst of the symptoms last only about 24 hours. The bad news is Brody and I will probably have it on the road over the next three days and our kids and wives will most definitely all come down with it while we’re on the road and unable to help out.
But that’s not so bad I’m thinking. We’re fortunate.
In some village somewhere in Africa or Bangladesh or India the same bug infects an entire community just as quickly as it did our cul-de-sac. Only it kills the children already malnourished and unable to refuel constantly on good water. 30,000 kids die every day, I”m told, from not having their basic needs met, from not having a grocery store stocked with Pedialyte or a healthy diet or a faucet to turn on or fever reducing drugs.
I leave my sick kids in good hands this afternoon to go save someone else’s living in far less fortunate conditions.
Better head back outside to play with out two healthy kids a little while longer, while Becky continues to hold the patient in her lap and force feed Pedialyte to her.
