THE 3 S's...
A stomach virus, Swine flu and strep throat.  These words continue to haunt mom.  How did I get so sick?  Why did I not complain?  Mom thinks being born premature has given me super human strength.  I endured so much as a little guy that I am not one to complain.  Mom often wishes I would a little more; at least then she would know when I was in need of some medical attention.  She has to use her super mom spy wear and mommy sense to catch things early. 
This evening, I went to bed telling mom that my tummy didn't feel good.  Mom thought I might need to use the restroom, but I decided sleep sounded good.  Mom held me and I was out in 30 seconds or less.  Maybe I was just tired...nope.  It wasn't long after the monitor picked up a sound that sent mom running.  She thought I had fallen out of the bed; she could hear me moaning and sniffing from tears.  When mom opened the door she realized we were in trouble.  I was covered in vomit, as was all my bedding and both pillows.  I was reaching out for mom.  She was trying to comfort me and hold me in a position that would keep the mess contained to the bed rather than the carpeted floor.  Praise God it worked.  Mom picked me up and carried me to the tub where she worked quickly trying to get me calmed and back to bed.  She moved me to the guest bedroom and prayed that was the end of it.  No luck.  As she was hand washing all my bedding in the tub it started up again.  We now had 2 beds and towels covered in vomit.  Back to the tub I go.  At this point mom is worried.  Dad was working late and had not made it home yet and we only had one clean bed left.  I knew the feeling of tummy trouble by this point and was telling mom that I was going to throw up again.  This time the tub caught it.  There isn't much that a mom won't do for her baby and let me just tell you this was a true testament of love.  Bed number 3 was calling my name.  Mom covered the floor and my sleeping space with towels in hopes of a better outcome.  It worked.  She also called dad and demanded he journey home with speed.  Mom was still cleaning beds when he arrived.  Mom disinfected every knob and cabinet in the house that night and made plans for a sub the next day.
When dad started feeling bad (poor dad) mom quarantined him to the bedroom for days.  He had been diagnosed with Swine flu.  He was given medication, but mom wasn't taking any chances.  It was all in vain though.  I had it too.  I never complained (not like dad) so mom didn't have any idea I was still sick until the fever kicked in.  Mom called the after hours clinic and made an appointment.  Sure 'nuff...I had it too.  Now mom was beside herself as all the "bad mama" feelings kicked in.  Apparently moms are supposed to be all knowing.  What's worse is the medication really only works when taken within 48 hours and mom had no idea when I first caught the flu.  Mom began thinking back.  A weekend back mom was so tired.  She told dad that she could not hold her eyes open.  She was just going to lay down for 30 minutes and catch a power nap.  That nap ended about 4 hours later.  I think mom was the carrier.  She had several students who had been sick.  I am sure I caught it from her (we share the same air) and then dad from one of us.
Dad was on the mend but my fever lingered.  Mom began temping me every hour and asking me 9 million questions a day.  She called my pediatrician at the start of the week and back to the doc we went.  It seems the after hours clinic should have tested me for strep as well.  They had been seeing a trend of Swine flu with strep and I was another lucky one.  I had strep.  Another round of antibiotics would do the trick.  Mom was exhausted and still worried about her little man.  I spent most of the week at home only returning to school on Friday.  My troubles came in 3's and we were ready for them to hit the road! Healthier days were on the way.
*Note-the date for this post could be way off.  Mom saved it as a draft and when she published it Blogger moved it to a current post.  Mom can't remember the exact date of all the illness and drama so October is the winner.