It all started on Thursday.  The kids woke up from sleep, each doing a projectile vomiting, which left me in a scramble trying to clean up the vomit mess.  By the time I realised it was more than a food poisoning, I already had a full house of kids arriving for another day in our family daycare.  When the vomitting stopped, the fever started, coming and going all day, seeing the both of them shivering under their thick quilt was concerning.  Chloe wouldn’t stop crying or fussing till I held her in my arms, on my hip all day long and it was exhausting.

When they were not bothered by the fever, they were still a happy bunch playing.  JD for his age is a real blessing.  It also reminded me there is always something positive.  When he felt tired, and needed a rest, he just brought himself back to his room, pulled the quilt over him and slept.  When he felt better, he would wake up and joined us all. 

For 2 nights, there was no sleep for me as the kids cried everytime their fever broke and woke them up fully drenched in sweat.

My husband was also unwell when the kids were sick.  So the virus just went through the household.

By Saturday JD was better.  Chloe’s fever subsided, but she has now got larygintis. 

As for me, I woke up with such a sore head on Saturday and it’s now my turn.  My body aches, my joints sore, my whole body feels like a furnace, even after popping Neurofen after Neurofen, the fever is not going away.

By Saturday afternoon, I decided to pre-warn the parents that I might not open my door for business on Monday morning.  I hesitated in doing that initially, as there’s always the fear of letting parents down, leaving them in a scramble to look for alternative carers….but I have also learnt people are usually understanding when it comes to such situation and more often than not they have extended family and friends that could always give them a hand.

Whilst I am still feeling pretty crap from this damn virus, I also realise we have been lucky with the kids and husband being sick first, and I only started feeling unwell on Saturday.  By then the husband is home, and he could at least helped to look after the kids while I tried to sleep away the virus.   But being the last to get sick also means I get hit the hardest…damn!

Honestly, what made it hard was all these happened during the first few days of Chinese New Year.  Being homesick.  And the fact that even my own little family hasn’t had a celebration yet.  And when we had plans to have a big gathering yesterday, all had to be cancelled as I really wasn’t in the shape to whip up a big dinner.   Just as well, we have 15 days in Chinese New Year :)

For now, it’s back to bed for me again…