We were going to go on a trip to Bear Lake with Bret's side of the family on Wednesday, 13th of July. Well, Wes woke up really sick the day before. He threw up all over. He laid on me all morning, and I would help him bend over and throw up when he needed. It was so sad.
Around 11:30am he had been sleeping for awhile, and I needed to get up and stretch and eat. Wes woke up and laid on the floor for a couple of minutes. He started saying something, and it took me a minute to realize what it was. He was saying, "knock, knock." Bret was working on the flower bed and would tap on the blocks with a hammer. Well, Wes really liked the noise and went out to see. It amazed me the transformation in a few hours.
Wednesday came along, and Wes threw up again in the morning. We decided to keep Wes home, and Bret was going to go up alone. I was sad to miss the fun, but I really wanted Bret to go play. He has been working so hard the last few months while I have been sick. I was okay missing the fun because I knew that at least Bret was going to have an enjoyable time.
Thursday night I had a hard time falling asleep because I felt so horrible. I finally fell asleep after 1:00am. I woke up vomiting just after 4:00am. I was violently vomiting every 30 minutes or so after that until about 9:00am. I couldn't figure out how I kept having things to throw up Mostly stomach acid, but still. Over the last few months I have gotten to know what it is like to vomit over and over and on an empty stomach, but this was different. I was getting worried about becoming too dehydrated. I called Bret at 7:30am to ask him to come home. He hurried home, and I counted the minutes until he got here. He had an hour drive.
Wes woke up just before I called Bret. Wes always hate when I throw up, but this was the morning that he decided to fight back. He kept trying to pull me away from the toilet as I was vomiting. Oh, man that kid is strong. Ugh. (Sorry about giving way to much info).
Well, once Bret got home he took Wes, and I slept and slept. Oh, man. Putting the stomach flu on top of morning sickness is not fun. It is the worst of both worlds. Thankfully I have the best husband in the world who took wonderful care of our child. I did feel bad though because Bret didn't have the fun day I had hoped for.
I was amazed on Friday when I woke up okay. I was weak, but fine. How I improved so much in 24 hours I do not know. I am very grateful still.
It took all day to pack and clean the house, but we were able to head up on Friday evening. We had dinner with the family, and then went to bed.
Saturday, part of the family went four wheeling and part went boating. I let Bret pick what we did because I was worried about motion sickness from either. Things that are normally very fun, are not desirable this summer. So I have to live vicariously through my husband.

Wes, Bret, and I went on a little baby ride in a circle after everyone came back. The short slow ride really reaffirmed my decision to not to go on a long ride.

Later, everyone but Wes and I went to a cool cave. I decided to not go because there are a lot of stairs, and sometimes exerting myself makes me throw up. Well, it could be extra bad if I lost my lunch in a cave. Better safe the sorry.
Saturday night I went to a play at a little local theater while Bret stayed with Wes. It was fun to go out and have some fun entertainment.
The condo we stayed in was with Bret's sister who has four boys. Wes loved playing with his cousins.

I didn't really get many pictures, but we had fun spending time with everyone.