That Saturday, I started to feel awful and by the time I was finished teaching my SAT class, my whole body ached and I just wanted to go to bed. Jack and Jim were hit on Sunday. Poor Jack was just miserable. When they're so little, it's the worst as they can't talk and don't understand what's going on at all. Thankfully, Jim had a milder case than the rest of us so we had someone who was semi-healthy able to take care of those of us that were not. The only upside to sick children is the snuggles. Jack just wanted to be held or sleep on one of us. Lilly wanted cuddles and her bed, so slept for 7 hours a day and then 12 or 13 hours at night while she had it. It took us all a good two weeks to feel almost normal again. At one point, on that first Sunday when everyone was sick, we were all lying in Jim and my bedroom and Jim turned to me and said, "this has to be one of the low points of parenting..." That couldn't have been more true.
I hope that means we've had our sickness for the season, and that it's out of the way before there's a little newborn in our midst. I'm keeping everyone pumped full of fruit and veggies and a few herbal remedies that Jim just shakes his head at but takes anyway. We weren't sad to kiss the flu goodbye, and if we don't see it again for a couple of years, we won't be sorry. And I have a newfound appreciation of our "normal" weeks now. I can now officially bid farewell to the Clark Family Flu Epidemic of 2012.