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Life with Levi...
Lambie goes into
hiding
By Amanda Rodeheffer-Olson
Assistant Editor
It finally happened.
The dreaded flu bug has finally made it’s way into our house.
We’ve all been getting by pretty well. Had some sniffles, coughs, and a
couple of colds, but nothing as bad as this.
And, of course, the baby would have to get it first.
Poor little Levi. He went to bed last night just fine, and woke up this
morning with tummy troubles.
And poor Daddy was home alone with the baby when the flu bug reared its
ugly head.
I had no idea anything was wrong when I left for work early on Monday
morning. But a couple hours into my shift, the call came in.
Levi threw up.
According to Daddy, he threw up a little, then a lot. Then a little
more. Then a lot more. Then a little more, followed by a lot more.
Not exactly what Mommy wants to hear when she’s at work, picturing her
once clean living room now covered in… Well, you get the picture.
So all day, I’m picturing a huge mess, a mountain of laundry, and
amidst it all, a sick little baby boy looking pitiful as can be.
As my shift continued to drag on, and Daddy took Levi to the doctor, I
worried, but tried not to worry too much (which I’m sure all you
mommies out there know is very hard to do!).
So after a stop for Levi’s prescription and some Pedialyte, Mommy
hurried home to check on her sick baby.
He was sleeping when I arrived home, but the mountain of laundry was
there to greet me. And so was Daddy.
Daddy told me all of the gory details, including all the casualties.
According to Daddy, Lambie was spared by less than an inch.
Whew! Big relief there! Lambie is on vacation until Levi is over his
sickness… Or at least until the puking stops.
So not only is Levi sick, but his lamb ran away.
Poor kid!
Or at least I thought so until he woke up. Because when he got up, he
was off and running!
No slowing this kid down. Not even the medicine that was supposed to
make him drowsy had any effect.
He has been getting into all of the normal stuff, with all of his
normal energy. The only real difference is that he’s a little whinier
than normal.
Not sure what tomorrow will bring. He’s on the BRAT diet (bananas,
rice, apples, toast), and hasn’t had anything to drink besides
Pedialyte since the incident that Daddy is referring to as the volcanic
explosion of milk.
Hopefully, all will be well, and life with Levi will continue as normal.
Then, maybe, Lambie will come out of hiding. But then again, he might
extend his vacation another day.
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