Oye, I had to quit reading this thread for a bit, my work neighbors were starting to wonder what the hell was going on with all my laughing.
Anyway here’s a true story for you, took place about 13 years ago. It starts with a Simpson style question: What is worse than a young kid who both pukes and poops themselves? Answer: Two young kids who puke and poop themselves.
So both my kids are about 1 and 3 at the time and my oldest daughter gets this vicious, and I mean VICIOUS stomach virus where she’s got cramps and diarrhea. Unfortunately, she’s at that age where potty training is basically done but she gets through these stubborn periods where she doesn’t want to do a number 2 on the toilet. I’m told you’re never supposed to force the child to poop on the toilet, so we’re trying to be VERY patient. Then, when the virus hits it seems every 20 minute, poop starts popping out, and I mean out the sides of the pullups, etc. After about 1 hour, we start insisting she sit on the toilet to at least try. When she does, nothing comes out. Moment she gets off, poop comes out.
That’s when things took a turn for the worse.
The virus ends up being a full blown puke/poopothon. All of a sudden, my oldest daughter starts to puke. As my wife is screaming “get the bucket” or something like that, I’m holding on to my youngest 1 year old and she pukes on me. I answer back “I can’t!!!!” to my wife. Anyway, we’re starting to be firm and insist to our eldest daughter that she try going on the potty and she starts taking a fit, all I can hear in her yelling is: “I DON’T WANT TO!!!” As we’re trying to “convince” her, I notice my arm is feeling warm. Yup, in my panic with getting my eldest daughter to use the potty, I fail to notice my youngest daughter has poop coming out the back of HER diaper so for the next several hours it’s a continuous see-saw between Puke and Poop from the two little ones, mixed in with a fit from my oldest daughter. The only good thing that came out that day, I won the battle on the potty training, which means I guess I’m a bad parent.
It was a nasty bug, ended up having to go to the clinic for fear of dehydration. I tell you, it did help later on with other bugs that were bad, where we’d always look back and say “this is nothing, remember when…?”