If It Wasn't So Terrible, It'd Be Funny

I hosted a baby shower at my house a couple of Saturdays ago. The Thursday before, Noah got the stomach bug... For real this time. He was pitiful. Rubbing his tummy and saying, "it hurts." The first time he vomited all over the kitchen. Did I mention my mom was visiting? Thank the Lord! She warned me it was coming. The voice of experience.  She could see it in his face. Thankfully, I was able to get Emma out the line of fire. He threw up the rest of the night, about every two hours. Dean took the night shift, and by 3:00 AM, it seemed the worst was over.  My little man did not feel like himself for about a week after that.  The only good thing to come out of it, is that he knows has a REALLY clear picture of what "sick" means.   

That bug was brutal, albeit 24 hours.  Need more evidence.  Catch the part about a baby shower the next Saturday?  Well, my sweet cleaning lady showed up on Friday, to make sure my house was super neat and clean.  And, the baby shower was beautiful.  Again, my mom was there with her baby shower experience to help.  Thanks Mom.  Here are a few pictures.  Thanks to Pinterest for the flower arrangement ideas. 

Well, the “if it wasn’t so terrible, it’d be funny” part of the story, is that five shower guests caught the stomach bug within 36 hours from being at my house.  I also checked with my cleaning lady, and she had it too.  After everyone finished passing it along to spouses and children, I think the grand total infection I perpetuated was 12.  Sorry friends.  It was really great shower, until it wasn't.