False Alarm

Friday morning, I started feeling a little nauseous but didn't think anything of it as we had a very busy day ahead of us. I packed up all the kids and headed off to Liberty Academy. Then about an hour or so before it was time to head home in the afternoon I started feeling really nauseous and felt like I wanted to vomit. I waited for the kids to finish their last classes for the day then headed home. As soon as we got home, Elena ran to the bathroom and started throwing up. Then not 5 minutes later, McKay runs to the bathroom upstairs and throws up. Thankfully, they both made it to the toilet, so I just went and laid down because I felt terrible and to top it off I was having pretty strong contractions every 5 minutes or so. Clarence brought dinner home and I ate a little bit then went to the bathroom myself and released the contents of my stomach. I then went to take a bath to see if that would calm the contractions. As I was bathing, Alexia proceeded to throw up all over her bed, herself, and her bedroom floor. I got her into the bathtub, and Clarence and I cleaned up the mess, then we put the kids to bed. Luckily no one except myself threw up after being put to bed, and my contractions just kept getting more intense. Finally at 2 AM, I woke Clarence, asked him to take me to the hospital and called my mom and informed her that I would be bringing 3 sick children to her house. It took us an hour and a half to get everyone into the van and out of the house. After dropping the kids off at my mom's house, we went to the hospital and they checked me. Only 2 and 1/2 cm dilated, and I was so sure this was it. An hour later they checked me again and of course I was the same so they sent me home and told me I was probably just dehydrated from being sick and that could be the cause for my contractions. By this time, it was 5 AM and Clarence had to be at work at 6AM so he dropped me off at my mom's house. My poor mother took care of me and my children all day. Every time Alexia even drank a little water, She would throw up a few minutes later. This went on until about 4PM when she was finally able to keep some food down, and my contractions finally slowed down and started tapering off. I just have to say that my mother is a saint to put up with all that. Thank goodness for her. And poor Clarence looked like death when he came to pick us up that evening. We all survived however and we are still here. What a crazy weekend that I hope we never repeat.