Well, with McKenna having been back to normal. No fever, food was down, appetite was normal. Ella seemed fine and I felt fine. Why not go to Camp Shamineau? I asked Arthur his opinion and he agreed that she was definitely back to normal. I called Nate and said that I guess I could go if he felt it was okay. I think he was very relieved.
I had previously arranged for a sitter to come over to the house on Friday morning. She would take McKenna to preschool and then take Ella to her parent/child ECFE class. I would pack for the weekend and tidy up the house. I got a message from her stating that she was terribly sick and couldn't come. Yuk! Oh well, I could do it. I would just have to be quick and efficient with my packing after class. The morning went as normal-McKenna to preschool and Ella to ECFE (where I stay with her because it is a parent/child class). Afterwards, make a quick lunch then begin to pack.
Woke up around 6:45 am--pretty normal. That is what time Ella wakes up on a regular basis. We went to the room across the hall form us, a meeting room of sorts. There were snacks (more than anyone could need in a weekend) and toys and movies, and so forth. We played in there a bit. McKenna woke up around 7:15am, got dressed. We had a devotion around 8:00am then headed to the dinning hall for breakfast-waffles, syrup, strawberries, whip cream, butter, cereal, milk) Ahh, church youth camp, the aroma still lingers.
My job for the day: the kids. There were 16 of them ranging in age from 12 months to 9 years old. I had adults rotating in to help me. I (along with a few others) had brought lots of stuff. We set up an art table, book/puzzle area, car/action figure area, etc. I brought a big, round, empty tub of cheese balls (thanks, Anna!) and some paint and paper and a golf ball for a project. Those who wanted to, one at a time, squeezed a few drops of paint onto the paper. Then dropped it into the tub with the golf ball. Put the lid on and roll away. The golf ball leaves neat impressions on the paper and the child has fun rolling the tub all over the room.
Ella was so relaxed, so go with the flow. She (as did McKenna) enjoyed herself every minute of the day. The adventure of 10 people piling into a car to go to the dining hall for a meal, the adventure of having your fiends run around with you all day and all night, the adventure of sleeping in a sleeping bag next to your mom, the adventure of taking a shower in a shower stall instead of a bath, the adventure of making sure you are in the girls restroom rather than the boys, it was so much fun for the girls. Ella was an angel. McKenna was well behaved too.
After dinner we played and relaxed. Then bed came early. Ella actually fell asleep on the bed while her friend Keira was watching a video right next to her. Also, I was in and out of the room along with other kids. They were climbing up the beds and playing super secret spy. Ella must have been pretty tired. Both girls were in bed by 8:15pm. The evening devotion started. The adults sat in circle and discussed decision making (lead by Chris). It went well. There was sharing, honesty, vulnerability, etc. After the discussion, there was snacking and playing games. I had made a cheese dip in the crock pot (salsa and Velveeta) and I enjoyed some yummy brownies. The ladies enjoyed a game of Skip-Bo (I won one round). Then I went to bed.
Sunday:
Around 1:30 am--yes I said am--while lying in my sleeping bag, being kicked by Ella, I began to feel nauseous. I repositioned myself thinking that would help. It didn't. I laid very still hoping the feeling would go away. Slowly it worked itself up to my throat. Yep, I was gonna throw up. I slowly and quietly walked down the hall and into the bathroom--hoping my girls wouldn't wake up in the process. If you've ever been to a church youth camp, you know that the walls are thin and there is a prevalent echo in the community bathrooms. I walked into the stall, and yes, threw up. Many times. While I was doing that, someone, of course, heard and came to check on me. I also found out that 2 others were feeling sick. After a few sips of water and washing my face, I returned to bed, dreading the next several hours. You see, when I throw up--I do it over and over and over again. It's just the nature of how my body reacts to a stomach bug. Ella, never throws up (doesn't mean she doesn't get sick--she just doesn't throw up). McKenna and Arthur are somewhere in between. Needless to say I revisited the bathrooms about every 45 minutes until about 6am, then it slowed down-didn't stop, just slowed down.
Chris, Lisa's husband, drove the girls and I all the way back to the cities. He stopped every so often for Ella (until she fell asleep). Gathered things in the van for me. What a sweetie! Chris and Lisa are dear friends! Arthur picked us up from Karin and Tom's house (Chris and Lisa's final destination). I went home and immediately went to bed. Didn't get up until the next morning.
I still feel weak and have no appetite but I am doing better. I did a few things around the house today. (Oh yes, I called in sick to Mom's Day Away!) I played with the girls some, though it was more reading of books and art rather than running around.
Will I go back? I don't know. This past experience is a piece of pivotal information when it comes to my decision making. Maybe I need to re frame the scenario, right Chris?
Did we bring the stomach bug with us to Shamineau? I hope not, but it is likely that we did. Really sorry guys!








