Hell Week

When I was a kid, I remember my big brother enduring football hell week.  Yeah, endure is the right word to use. 

There were triple digit temps, two practices a day,

and drills till they puked. 

This past week (and a half) has been hell week around here. 

It started with Jason getting hives and his eye swelling shut, but I don't have a picture of that. 

Here's a glimpse of our week, starting a few days into the mayhem. 

Jason gets pink eye.

 Alison wakes up unhappy and with...

 hives & pink eye!

 Then the puking begins.

High fevers too!

 Sam kept falling asleep in funny positions.

 Alison chose to sleep on this towel. 

It was actually just there to dry up some spilled water.

She kept wanting food, but it would just sit infront of her--she wouldn't touch it at all.

Letting water drip into her mouth.

 Even with the help of Zofran, Sam still ended up in the E.R.

She was very lethargic and had to be carried out to the car by Jason and then into the E.R. by me. 

By this point, she had already lost 4 pounds.

 We stayed for several hours, but luckily not all night.

 I woke up the next morning with pink eye, so when Jake was napping I laid down too. 

When I woke up, this is what I found.

Every time I blinked it felt like something was scratching my eyeball.  Aaahhhh!  It was hurting so bad!

I couldn't just go to bed--too much to do--so I just taped it shut and went back to being the mom.

(Two nights on this eye.)

 By the third night, (last night) I had to tape the other eye shut.

Argh, matey!

 So here we are, it's Monday morning, and this has been going on for 11 days now.  Ugh.

But, we seem to be on the mend. 

And here's a few things I'm grateful for (besides the one's I love):

great health care

medicine

the washing machine

hand sanitizer

my carpet shampooer

soap and running water

peripheral vision 

sleep (so need some)