Max: Mom, see these stains on my shirt and on my shorts?At that point, I could not only see the stains, but I could smell them, too. And I was thinking, but not saying: WTF??? How could he have thrown up at school and not one adult witnessed it, heard it or smelled it? His clothing reeked. Why didn't he say something? Oh, that's right. He's only five, and he's a boy. Smelly, vomit-stained clothing doesn't bother him. Besides, he's probably still too shy at school to speak up about stuff like that.
Heidi: I do see them. What happened, honey? Did you spill something from your lunch? Is that paint? What is that?
Max: Nope, I didn't eat my lunch. My tummy hurt too bad. I threw up.
Heidi: You what?! You threw up? Oh, Max, do you feel okay now? Why didn't you go to the nurse's office?
Max: I dunno. Besides no one saw it happen.
Heidi: What do you mean no one what saw it happen? When did you throw up? Where were you?
Max: I was on the playground, lining up to go back inside the classroom. My teacher wasn't there. Some other teacher was. It just happened. I just throwed up and then I went inside with everyone else.
Then fear struck and my thoughts suddenly turned to Jack: Oh, G-d no, I hope a stomach bug doesn't run through our house! I hope Jack doesn't get sick, too!
A stomach bug and diabetes is the worst combination. The last time Jack caught some sort of a stomach bug, he was nearly hospitalized. He couldn't keep any food or drinks down, and we couldn't keep his blood sugar elevated. His blood sugar levels ran dangerously low and he had ketones ... for days! The rest of the family battled this bug in a matter of four or five hours. Jack fought it for four or five days! It was one of the scariest experiences we've endured.
I tried to keep the boys separated yesterday afternoon in order to minimize Jack's risk of catching Max's illness, but that was like trying to keep peanut butter away from jelly. My boys stick close to each other at all times. They're not just brothers, but best friends.
I finally gave up on trying to separate them, thinking that if Jack was going to get the bug from Max, he probably already did. Max probably spread his contagious germs all over Jack in some brotherly brawl early in the morning, when I had no idea he was coming down with something.
So I'm watching Jack, and so far, so good. He's in school now, and if he got sick in school, he would speak up and visit the nurse. No worries there.
Max is doing well today, too. He was running a fever last night, but is nice and cool today with no tummy troubles. I kept him home from school, and he's happily building with Legos while watching a movie.
Hopefully, the nasty, scary, smelly, enemy-of-diabetes bug has left the house!