The Little One has been sick for about three days now.  It started on Thursday night with eight hours of puking. No joke, no exaggeration.  She threw up every 20 minutes from 9 p.m. until 5 a.m.  It was pleasant.

Then on Friday she started complaining her ears hurt.  She had a low grade fever, but seemed all right after a few hours sleep. She was a bit grumpy on Saturday morning, then was fine.  But by Saturday night she was a grouch again.  Again she started telling me her ear hurt.

So I decided that today, Sunday, would be the day we made the trip to Urgent Care.  If she had an ear infection, it had already been a few days and I wanted to get her started on meds sooner versus later.

We had made arrangements to try out Skype with the Husband this morning.  So I knew I needed to wait for his call and then we’d head to Urgent Care.

Now one other aside about the Little One’s sickness; She had not pooped since Thursday.  Considering her decreased appetite with the large volume of puke, I was a little concerned, but not overly concerned.  I figured I would bring it up at the Urgent Care visit along with the other symptoms.

So what do y’all think happened the second the Husband called? I had just answered his call, spotted him on the computer, showed the Big One where to look for Daddy when it happened.  Not only did the Little One poop at that exact moment, she had the most disgusting liquid explosion in her entire life.  We are talking spilling out of the diaper, soaking through her sweat pants.  And the smell?  Oh my Lord, the smell was horrendous.

I’ve been a mom for 4.5 years.  I have dealt with my share of stinky poop, but y’all I was gagging on the floor, while trying to clean up the mess.  As I tried desperately not to get it on the carpet, the Big One continued to talk to Daddy as the video cut in and out.   Each time he disappeared, she was yelling, “DADDY? Are you there? DADDY???”

I’m not sure if it was a case of too many people clogging the server on his end, or if it was something that I had done wrong. I just know that he was cutting in and out as I was trying desperately to clean up the poop explosion.  Both kids were freaking out for different reasons.  The dog was trying to figure out where the smell was coming from by nudging the diaper with her nose.  I was holding the Little One’s legs and butt up in the air, while trying to clean up the mess and at the same time shooing Gracie Lou away from the diaper.

Meanwhile, the Husband is just sort of staring in disbelief at the computer trying to figure out what all the chaos was about.  I contemplated telling him we’d try back in 5 minutes, but then I figured what’s the use, there would surely be something else going on, so we pressed on.

We did get to talk and see each other off and on for about 10 minutes.  It was pretty cool, that’s for sure.

Of course, now the Little One keeps looking at the computer and saying, “I want to talk to Daddy!!”