on sickness and swimming and running again

So, our plans changed a lot this weekend/week. All trips were canceled because of sickness. We’re all quite disappointed, as we were looking forward to each one, but sickness trumps everything, unfortunately.

I was awoken at about 5:00 Sunday morning by the sound of my baby boy vomiting in his bed. It’s incredible how quickly I can jump out of bed if I need to. I picked him up, his face covered in white chunky goo. Noah grabbed me a towel and I wiped his face, head, and hands.

Preston spent the rest of the morning vomiting and sleeping on my chest, with bouts of playing. I could tell he didn’t want to let the sickness slow him down, but every once in a while he’d stop playing, look at me, and start to cry. I felt so bad for him.

As I held him with his head on my chest, I rested my cheek on the top of his head and couldn’t believe how big he’s gotten in the last 10 months. I miss when he was a newborn and he’d curl his feet up and be able to fit snug under my chin. Now, he sits on my lap, his legs dangling, and barely fits under my chin. The first year is my very favorite, but it goes by much too fast.

On Saturday, I’d planned to take the kids swimming, as Liliana’d been begging to go, Kaylie loves it, and Preston had never been. My friend Chris messaged me and mentioned that she and her family were talking about going and so we planned to meet at the pool closest to her house. Liliana was stoked, especially because it meant she was going to see her BFF Nathanael.

Kaylie had a blast in the wave pool, Liliana enjoyed dumping buckets of water on unsuspecting little kids, and Preston loved splashing and walking around holding on to the edge. He kept trying to walk away so he could drown himself. I was surprised how long the kids lasted, and nearly two hours later we finally headed for the showers.

It was such a beautiful day that Lindsay and Chris invited us over for a barbeque. In February! It was delicious and it made me long for summer.

I’m thinking that Sunday is a new Wilson Family Sick Day. Two weeks ago, Kaylie was sick and I stayed home with her. Last week, I was sick. This week, it was Preston’s turn. He handled it much better than we girls did, as he was much sicker yet he did not let it stop him from getting into ALL THE THINGS.

He was so off-kilter, though. He was having trouble balancing and whereas the day before he was taking a couple steps, Sunday he wasn’t able to get the balance to take even one.

Monday he was feeling much better. He only vomited early in the morning and right before bed and he only had one disgusting diaper. He was still a little off, and was not eating any solid foods, but he was happy to nurse, which made me less worried about him being dehydrated.

Noah had the day off for Family Day, and I took it as an opportunity to go for a run. I’ve been wanting to get back at it, and I signed up for a 10k to give myself a goal. And then I asked Kami if she wanted to run with me, so that I’d have something (and someone) to push me to meet the goal.

Running made me miss Regina and my running partners there and my Wascana Lake. It was a perfect warm-up-walk distance from our apartment and it was nice to have somewhere to run that didn’t have any stoplights or intersections. I have a short route by my house here that is mostly stop-free, but when my runs get longer, I may have to find somewhere else.

We found that somewhere else later on Monday evening as we went for a walk by the river. Gorgeous. I took my camera along, as it had been way too long since I took any real photos. I haven’t had a chance to edit them yet, though, so they will come soon.

Today is Noah’s turn for the horrid gastroenteritis curse and I really hope it stops at him. On a side note, but quite related, have you seen that cough syrup commercial where the husband is sick and calls to his wife in a pitiful voice, “Pam? Pam? Can you call my mom?” and she throws him the phone? It is my favorite.

Updated to add: And now I’m down, too. Sue came to get the girls, but I kept Preston because he’s still not 100%. The moral of the story is that we need more than one bathroom.

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