Yucky Week

Last week, Melody, Marcie and I were all hit with a pretty massive case of Viral Gastroenteritis (commonly called “stomach flu”). Melody came down with it first, somewhere in the wee hours of the morning between the 27th and 28th. I won’t go into the unpleasant details, but suffice it to say that it was very sad to see Melody go through it. In fact, it wasn’t until today that she finally got back her normal appetite for food. We’re lucky that she’s been mostly cooperative taking fluids, but it looks like she lost a little weight over the past week from the lack of solids — perhaps something that as grown-ups we wouldn’t mind too much if it happened to ourselves, but not exactly something you want to see happen in a toddler.

Marcie and I both got hit with the virus a few days after Melody’s symptoms revealed themselves and it was exactly the type of nightmarishly horrible experience we all know and love when thinking about the stomach flu. And as bad as Melody and I had it, Marcie had it the worst. I feel incredibly bad about what she had to go through for several days.

I guess the only upside to any of this is that anytime you go through an illness as bad as that, you tend to be in an especially good mood afterwards. It’s great to feel like yourself again. Along these lines, we hosted a Super Bowl get-together at our house today for the family (yes, I disinfected everything to eliminate potential exposure to our now-departing viral visitor). All but one of Melody’s Gladfelter/Blaustein cousins came over and it was quite an activity-filled afternoon/evening. Melody was thrilled to have everyone over. It was a great way to celebrate our return to the “living.”

Unfortunately, I failed to take photos. This was a huge oversight, as Melody had on an adorable baby-size 49ers cheerleader outfit and Marcie and I wore 49ers jerseys (a gift from Papa Shapiro). That probably would have made for a funny family portrait. Oh well. And yes, we know San Francisco, wasn’t in the game! But heck, why not support the “home team” anyway? There’s always next year...