Sick babies :(

Last weekend we took the boys down to Bay City to see the rodeo, our thought process being that small-town rodeos are much more accessible than the huge Houston one, and also that we could spend some time with some of our best friends down there. Walker was fussy on the trip down but we didn't think much of it besides that he was being a typical toddler in a carseat...

We got there, played a little and ate dinner, then went to the rodeo. We saw the bull riding which they thankfully did first thing, then some calf roping, and all of the sudden Walker started projectile vomiting everywhere. Boy were we surprised!! We managed to keep it off of the ladies in front of us (shwew!) and Blake took him out while I gathered our things to leave. We got him back to Savannah's house where he threw up the rest of the night. Morning came after a long night and we brought him back home. What a miserable ride that was for him! 

We nursed Walker back to health and he went to bed Saturday night feeling a little better, but we woke up around 2am to Brady throwing up, which continued all day Sunday and into early Monday morning... 

By the end of the day Sunday every couch cushion was off and soaking in soapy water and we had run the wash about 20 times. I have never been more thankful to have a hands-on husband who isn't afraid to jump in and get dirty! When we got in bed Sunday night (with Brady right next to us), we laughed about what a crazy (and gross) weekend it was. We were both deliriously tired and ready to have this stomach bug behind us!

Brady was feeling better by Tuesday and thankfully Blake and I managed to stay well.  

Yes, having sick babies is awful. It is terrible to see them feeling so bad, and a hundred times I wished it was me throwing up instead of them. However, as with all things in motherhood, even in the darkest and hardest times there is beauty. And this was mine: snuggling with these normally very active little boys for hours with no resistance on their part, feeling the weight of their little heads laying on my shoulder, their breaths in and out creating a slow pulse of their bodies against mine; being needed by them again like when they were infants; feeling like I was made just to be their mama.