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31 July 2017

Surviving a Stomach Bug: A Single Mother’s Guide

(Based on true events)


 Let’s face it, it doesn’t matter how Pinterest worthy your parenting skills or homelife are, when the entire family is struck down by a vomiting bug your house turns into the D-Day landing scene from Saving Private Ryan but instead of detached limbs there’s vomit, instead of weaponry there’s towels, and instead of sea water there’s diarrhoea. As if a family wide vomiting spree wasn’t horrific enough, you’re mummy, you’re in charge of this literal shit show. Dear. God. 

     So how does one nurse delicate constitutions when one is incredibly fragile one’s fucking self? Particularly when you’re all so contagious you can’t summon help? (Many thanks for all the offer though!) Here’s what I learned ‘in the field’ this week (whilst begging for it all to end – ‘it’ being either the bug or life, whichever ended first, really, I was flexible).

Domestic Bliss!

Which brings us to point one! Flexibility! And by flexibility I mean the art of letting go. Lord bless your little cotton socks if you and your loved ones are exploding out both ends like a stepped on ketchup packet and you still find a molecule of energy to care about the state of your house.

Firstly the laundry, embrace it, be at one with it, it’s not so much a household task as a lifestyle for the next two weeks. Don’t sweat over it (sweating will only add to the laundry pile). Break it down into grades of how much of a biohazard it is and work from there. By the way, your concept of ‘biohazardous’ will also deteriorate over the next week, going from ‘there’s vomit on this’ to ‘but it’s only a little bit of vomit.’ Bite the bullet and just say goodbye immediately to items that have been contaminated that won’t survive the hell fire level of hot wash (RIP pretty black jumper).

A painful sub point of the laundry topic is night time laundry (of which there will be much. So much. SO. MUCH.). You have these survival skills already, you just haven’t had to use them for a while, but you’ve got this. Reminisce to the newborn days of defeated nocturnal heartbreak and throwing a towel over that 4am spit up tsunami (after wiping off most of it… probably) and just sleeping on it. It’s totally fine. No one will know. To those of you who just wrinkled your nose in disgust: You’re impressing no one with your lies.

If like most of the human population the idea of coming face to face with someone else’s puddle of vomit/other bodily fluid makes you want to produce your own puddle, here are some tips I’ve gathered courtesy of some weird tv! Good old Vaporub swiped under the nose covers the smell of almost everything. However, in an emergency (and with small children, who seem to possess absolutely no sense of when or where they’re going to heave, it’s always an emergency) smiling suppresses the gag reflex. You can’t vomit while you’re smiling, usually. That’s not to say you won’t really, really want to and that you won’t traumatise your children with your Smiling Man impression but it might spare you having to clean up double the mess after adding your own contribution. Emetiphobes, you have nothing but my deepest sympathy.

Culinary Delights!

If, like me, you face the horrific practicality of not all of your offspring being afflicted and you have to prepare meals while your insides are attempting to escape your outsides, your oven is your best friend. As is food you can throw into the oven and have minimum contact with. Consider your menu for the week tongue-in-cheek controversial with those scandalous fish fingers and a frozen pizza or two rather than flirt with the harsh fact that you’re giving up on life. Promise yourself next week it’ll all be home made from scratch, don’t dwell too much on what will be made from scratch lest your stomach lurch, but lying to yourself is an important survival tactic.

Flat 7Up. If you’re Irish I need say no more. However, if you’re not, let me explain. We’re not sure when or how but did you know flat 7Up (not Sprite, what are you? Foreign?!) can cure everything? Stomach bugs, hangovers, the flu, leprosy, your failing marriage. Everything. The Irish obsession with flat 7Up is so ingrained in us that we would be far more willing to accept that St. Patrick’s biggest contribution to the Emerald Isle was the introduction of flat 7Up (not that the no snakes thing isn’t terribly convenient). If you have small children, you’ll know they dehydrate so quickly. Sometimes it’s incredibly hard to tell whether dehydration is exacerbating an upset stomach or has become the real health concern until things get very dramatic. My kids don’t get soft drinks (my one smug mother comment, I promise) but when they’re sick sensible eating just isn’t a concern. Whatever they want and can keep down, especially if it staves off dehydration, I’m all for. It’s not like they’re in any position to gorge themselves on the junk I offer in desperation. Flat carbonated drinks are a great way to coax them to stay hydrated. Flat sports drinks are also good, allegedly replenishing electrolites, salts and such. However, I was raised on flat 7Up for the diseased and on flat 7Up for the diseased I will stay lest I betray my heritage.

Your Sanity! (HA!)


There is absolutely no way to feel good about yourself while you’re sick. There just isn’t. If you’re looking after little ones who are also sick, you won’t have the time or luxury to sit around and wallow and, y’know, get better. You will probably continue to feel sick long after everyone else is coming out of it. Feel free to cry. Do it a lot, in fact. If you have the body fluid to spare between vomiting. But don’t forget to adopt a good healthy black humour about it too, relish your new waist line! Think of all the comical horror stories you’ll have to share in six months’ time (approximately the amount of time it’ll take to look back and laugh)! And don’t forget it’s temporary. And you’re a bad ass. You got this.

Written by Mary @maryeyeballs 

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