My sub-conscious apparently decided that this week just wasn't going to be exciting enough. It decided to take over and spice things up. So as I tell you that I poisoned Josh and myself with food poisoning I really mean that my crazy evil inner twin was somehow released and ruining our lives {temporarily}.
I woke up Tuesday morning and thought it was so wonderful that Josh was home (seminary is done for the summer). I thought I was being a wonderful wife by making us a nice warm breakfast. Pancakes and bacon are a favorite in this house. However I did not know that there would be some SERIOUS negative consequences for such an action. Little did I know that I was actually poisoning us!!!
By 3:00 I really felt sluggish and I just was not doing well. I decided to go take a nap because that usually helps. By 5:00 I felt even worse. It rapidly developed into the most horrible pain/illness I have ever experienced. I literally was not able to leave the toilet from 5:00pm- 9:00pm. Josh was a TOTAL saint and was taking care of Eli. At one point he told me that he felt kind of funny. He went on playing with Eli and doing the laundry {like I said, he's a saint}. At some point around 6:00 I was able to escape the bathroom for 30 min. in order to feed Eli (literally a blessing from on high). While doing so Josh returned from getting the laundry and promptly began throwing up. Josh has not thrown up since he was a kid. He does not get sick, it's incredible. At this point I realized it was food poisoning. Otherwise there is no way we would have both been hit so hard so close together by this horrible evil. So here we are in our 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment with our sweet little baby boy who is screaming because we can't take care of him. We are having to trade off in the bathroom and watching {literally watching him cry} Eli. I can't even begin to explain the levels of heartbreak that went on top of my severe pain and suffering. Around 8:30 I decided we just couldn't do this any longer. There was know way we could all make it through the night like this. I called my friend to see if she was available to watch Eli for awhile. She saved me once before and pulled through AGAIN. I miraculously had some milk pumped so she was able to take him to her place for a few hours. About an hour after she left I was able to get off the floor and crawl into bed. I just waited to hear from her. Around midnight Eli was sound asleep and she didn't want to wake him. I was feeling quite a bit better at that point (most of the toxins had previously vaccated my body) so I was able to pump more milk and take it to her. Being the amazing friend that she is, she offered to keep Eli overnight so that I wouldn't have to come get him at 4 am when he woke up hungry. It was hard to leave him for that long, but she said he was so peaceful and I still wasn't really up for helping him in anyway. So, he stayed with her until about 9:00 the following morning. She said he was such a trooper. As soon as they got in the car he was happy and cooing and he didn't fuss all night. {On a side note... I think babies are SO much smarter than we give them credit for. Eli could sense that something was wrong at home and when he was removed from that horrible feeling he was able to feel safe again}. I am so grateful for such a wonderful friend and for my sweet baby Elijah. He really is a good boy- I am the luckiest!
Josh had given me a blessing in which I was told that I would be healed by morning. And I was. When Eli came home at 9:00 I was able to care for him and play with him. I wasn't back to 100% but at least I was functioning and could keep my baby happy. Since neither Josh nor I slept hardly at all that night I let him sleep in a bit. After he was awake for about an hour Eli fell asleep. I decided to take a nap and suggested that Josh take one as well. We all slept for 4 hours! I guess we needed it :-) After a day or 2 of being extremely nervous about eating we are back to normal life. All I can say is that I NEVER want to experience that again. I have been sick my fair share in life, but I have NEVER been so brutally ill. It was awful. I was absolutely more miserable with food poisoning than I ever was being pregnant or giving birth. You might think I'm crazy, but it's the truth.
Moral of the story- don't let yourself poison your family {even if it's an accident}.
