Union City, MI
Every once in a while, you just have one of those spectacular, memorable weekends.
As a lot of you already know, my wife and I are expecting our first child (due for late June). So, we figured that we'd throw a combination baby shower, and arcade party this Saturday the 3rd.
The girls could do all the shower stuff from 1pm to 3pm at the Church nearby...open up gifts, have a nice lunch, and do general baby-shower stuff. At 3pm, since all the friends and family would be down anyway...we'd open up the arcade, and have a party afterward (from 3pm until midnight).
My mom and Julie's mom worked really hard on the shower, dealing with invitations, decorating, and so on. My mom had been cooking day and night leading up to the shower (and holy crap, she's a great cook).
With all the RSVP's, we were expecting somewhere around 60-70 people for this party.
Friday night rolls around, and Julie starts feeling sick. By 1am, she's puke-sick. She wakes me up at 6am...panicked because the party is only a few hours away, and she's worried she has the flu.
Around this time, I start feeling a bit ill myself. The timing of this is all spectacular.
By 11am, there is no stopping the sick-train. Neither of us are getting any better (in fact, we were getting far worse). I'm emailing dozens of people to try to get the party cancellation word out. The moms have all this food, cake, decorations, and things setup for the shower...and it's all looking like it'll go to waste.
Julie ends up in the hospital (her doctor wants to get her some IV's, and make sure everything is fine on the baby-front). I'm too sick to drive her there, so her dad has to take her.
My mom offers up free lunch to anyone in the area that still wants to come to the shower. (Hey, why let the food go to waste?) A fraction of the people show up to drop off gifts and eat...but at least it wasn't a total loss. My day is spent hugging the toilet and Julie spends all night at the hospital.
A great time was had by all.
Of ALL THE DAYS to get that sick....why did it have to be on the day of a big party?? Man, I've never been more disappointed. So much work went into the planning of it all. Very frustrating.
In the end: The doctors ruled out the flu pretty quickly, and were certain it was food poisoning. They wanted me to come to the hospital, too...but I elected to stay at home and be miserable in my own bathroom. The baby is fine, so no worries there. Today, we are both doing better (not perfect...but things are looking up). If you've ever been this sick before, you know that you feel like you've done a million sit-ups, and been beaten with a sack of bricks.
So, that was our weekend. I just needed to share.
Pete
Sana'a
