Its puke time!!

Well we are not more than a month into winter 2 days ago my youngest son (not yet 2) woke up about 11pm crying. I could hear the distress in his cry (the type of cry no mother wants to hear...ya know the one) and I knew something was not right, in fact something was very very wrong. I went to his door and the smell hit me before I could even open the door. I was still unsure of what was wrong until I got closer to his crib and stepped in the warm slushie mess with my bare left foot. In dismay and still unsure of what had happened I stumbled through the toys that covered the floor to turn on the light. When I turned to look at him I could see what had taken place, in the dark of night, that had my baby boy scarred. There was vomit everywhere.....on the bed, the floor, the toy box, the dresser, the walls, under the bed and covering my baby from head to toe. Being alone in the house with sick baby and my sleeping 3 year old I was unsure of what to do. So I put on my big girl panties, picked up my little guy that clung to me, as if he were going to fall into a trench and ever be able to climb out, and went strait for the phone....where was my husband, why was he not home and when on Earth would he be walking through the door. When he didn't answer and Carter James vomited on ME the only thing I could do was hold my baby and start a bath. He was not in the tub for 5 mins when I had to drain the water because, you guessed it, the vomited again....right in the tub. The only thing I could think of was this was way easier to clean up!! The vomited clean into the night but fell asleep in his own bed after I was able to clean it up and put fresh sheets on. He came bouncing in to my bedroom the next morning with a fever and a smile. I could see he was feeling better but he only wanted to cuddle in be with his mommy. Just as I got comfortable and almost asleep my eyes popped open and as quick as i could I ran to the bathroom. I made it just in time to vomit all over the lid of the toilet seat (that I had to clean up). I had the bug...what every it was. Carter James and I were in bed ALL day and all evening. He seamed to bounce back just as quickly as he became ill. I on the other hand was only getting worse and about to die (i am always about to die) I could do nothing but sleep and vomit, vomit and sleep. I woke up this morning feeling 90% better...not the best but much better, thinking God that the worst was over. Then the worst hit...and it hit hard. About 11:00 Am my husband told me he was not feeling so good. Then, for the first time in our entire marriage, I heard my husband vomit...not long after...my 3 year old was vomiting. This has truly been a rough 2 days. There is nothing like a sickness that comes on suddenly and goes away just as quick. I find myself thanking God that this thing only last 24 hours or so....I have about 12 hours of vomiting. Pray for us!!