Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





28 March 2012

The Puking Never Ended

After our last two-day stomach flu that made it's way around the family, we had five days of being healthy before we were hit with another stomach flu. This one was by far the worst of the year and lasted a good five days for each person.  Klaasen got it first, then Skogen, then Maida, and then me.  It was a challenge to keep the kids hydrated when they puked for five straight days.  We discovered that we could give them Zofran, an anti-nausea medication, and this helped keep enough liquid down so that we did not need to go to the Emergency Department to get IV fluids.  I was so thankful when this virus left out house and really hope that we didn't spread it to anyone else.  It was h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e.  I have never seen someone puke so much or puked so hard myself.  The piles of bedsheets and towels that were puked on flooded the laundry room and hallway.  It was a nightmare!

Skogen sleeping over the puke bowl.

Maida fell asleep in the bath because it was the only place that felt comfortable to her achy body.

Erik was out of town, so I had to take three puking kids to Target to get some more Zofran and some 7-up.  Luckily no one puked in Target.  We were prepared with the puke bucket, just in case!

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