Winter Vomiting Disease
This is probably something you don’t want to read about, so please feel free to wait for the next post, one that will probably be (more) normal. Maybe blogs aren’t supposed to contain posts this kind…
Thursday and Friday this week, I’ve been working at home, and on Thursday I went to this singing group with Emilia where she and a lot of other very young kids play around accompanied by some music and singing of children’s tunes. Great time!
Thursday night, or rather Friday morning, she was waking up every half hour or so, crying and being generally restless. Pretty common, though, it might be bad dreams, separation anxiety etc, so I didn’t think too much about it. At about 02.30, I went into her room to get her and when I started to pick her up I noticed that she and all of he things in her bed were wet, and it was smelling rather bad. I switched on the light and it turned out that she had thrown up all over.
Fredrika took care of her bed while I changed her pyjamas and washed her clean. We took her into our room to sleep between us, for comfort and for being near. Five minutes later she threw up again. Same routine again with washing her, changing the pyjamas etc. Back to bed again. This time maybe 20 minutes passed before she again threw up. The “Pyjamas routine” started again…
After that she seemed calm and slept through the rest of the night, and feeling just fine the day after.
We have something here in Sweden (and probably at least in the rest of Europe as well) called the Winter Vomiting Disease, which is a kind of virus that makes you violently ill for about 24-48 hours, throwing up, shitting all; basically pure terror. We guessed that Emilia’s sickness was just due to something she had eaten. That is, until Fredrika got really sick today. I won’t go into graphical details, but let me tell you, it’s really bad.
So, I’ve been playing around with Emilia, taking her for a walk and such, and thinking that I had been spared; I mean, I’ve never had the virus before (come to think of it, neither has Fredrika). When I fed Emilia about 18.00 I had had an oncoming feeling of nausea for about an hour, so I went into the bathroom. Two visits later and a lot of nasty no. 2 I knew I had to change her diaper, because it was smelling bad (is there something like sympathy shitting?). While I was changing it, I felt something just bubbling up inside of me. Leaving her om the nursery table, I turned around and darted for the toilet. On the way there I threw up through my hands, feebly trying to hold the worst of it back. I spewed on Emilia’s favorite book, a water proof one she always read when we’re taking baths, and all over the floor.
I heard her crying desperately, having been thoroughly scared, but there was jus nothing I could do. Between my gushes of my latest lunch, I cried out to Fredrika that she just had to come. Luckily she was in between her “God, I just want to die”-sessions, so she ran down the stairs and took care of Emilia. When I was done and had cleaned the vomitly raped bathroom, I got out to show her that I was ok, that it was just a lapse of something temporarily bad.
However, I knew there was little chance that we could take care of her in the state we were in, so I called my mom, who just lives ten minutes away from were by car. A little moment later, my brother and his girlfriend came to pick Emilia up and drive here there (Mom was throwing a dinner party, one that we were supposed to attend, so she had taken a drink and couldn’t drive herself). Here’s where this story turns emotionally bad.
First, Emilia has never spent a night without both of us, Second, the first snow has just fallen here. Instead of me going outside with Emilia to see her astonishment and to hear her lovely:
Titta!
(which means “Look!” in English) we just gave her away, with the recent uncomfortable experience of seeing/hearing me throwing up violently. Maybe I’m just overly sentimental right now, but I saw them drive away with tears in my eyes, cursing this virus to hell. I will get better as soon as possible, so I can take her home again.
Live blogging about vomiting and shitting while in the midst of it… There must be something really wrong with me. I just felt sad and wanted to share, I hope you understand. I feel my stomach cramping again now, so it’s probably a good time to stop. Take care, all, and also, you probably shouldn’t expect any new post in the next couple of days.
Jonathan
… or not 
