I've heard it takes a village to raise a child. Well, I have and love my village. I was lying on our bathroom floor wishing for death and called my village at midnight. It was obvious when Morning Guy was lying in the other bathroom that we were no longer able to care for the Plum.
At midnight, I did not know if we had a virus or food poisoning. It's food poisoning. Plum has it too. My sweet Moma and Daddy came at midnight and picked up the Plum. They made multiple stops on the way back to their house to clean up a vomiting Plum and a trip to Walmart to get him Pedilyte.
My parents never questioned why they were getting up in the middle of the night to drive 45 minutes to pick up my baby. All my moma said when I said that I needed her was, "I'm on my way." Other than my daddy gagging at the Zips and threatening a "crack head" at the Walmart, they have not said one negative thing about taking care of violently ill toddler.
I can honestly say that I have never felt this bad in my life and that I could not have taken care of Plum even if he had not been sick and there is no way that I could have taken care of him once he got sick too.
We are hoping that this is not a sign of things to come for 2011. Surely things will get better from here.
Blah, the Cuddler