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A Survival Story

In a couple of years, this week will be a story we tell.

It will be like my, “Remember when, during my first month as an RA of an entirely freshman floor, our dorm flooded with sewage water?  In the middle of the night?  And the ceiling tiles were bulging with sewage and it was running down the walls?  During parents weekend?  And the power went out?  And the fire alarms went off all night long?  And it was pouring rain outside?  And a news crew showed up while our angry, smelly, sleep deprived girls were standing outside in the rain in their pajamas at dawn?  And then we had to go to class?”

This week will be a story like that one.

Except for this weeks story will sound more like, “Remember the time we had three kids, and THE DAY WE CAME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL the 18 month-old started throwing up?  And then the 5 year-old started throwing up? And then came the diarrhea?  And then I got sick?  While nursing every two hours and sleeping in 1 hour intervals? In a house with a newborn and two vomiting children?  And two weeks later the 18-month-old got sick again?  Because apparently we got the plague that NEVER GOES AWAY?”

Yes, in a couple of years this will be a great survival story.  ”The week Henry was born” will be Conner family legend.  But it’s not a survival story yet; right now we’re still surviving.

Dan and I keep encouraging each other as we go through these long days:  ”This is not what having 3 kids is like; this is what having a newborn is like.  This is what a house full of norovirus is like.  This too shall pass.”

This will pass when the kids get well.
This will pass when Madeline can go back to school.
This will pass when Henry (and I) are able to sleep for longer.

This will pass.  Our mantra.

The last two weeks have brought us sweetness too, and it isn’t lost on us.

Hazy early mornings with a newborn on my chest.
Watching Sam learn what a baby is, and grow to love one.
Watching Madeline’s unflappable spirit; such a bright bubble that not even a stomach bug can get her down.

I’ve loved the sweetness, I’m just hoping for the sweetness with a little less Zofran and bleach and carpet cleaner and midnight laundry involved.

So if you’re a praying person, you can pray this virus out of my house. (And that tiny Henry stays well!)
I’ll bleach and you pray.
Deal?  Deal.


  • Kristy Genung

    Kate I will def pray for you and the family.

    It will one day become legend like that story. Although some of us did skip class that morning haha but we did have to go to convo!!!

    Praying your family gets well quickly and that precious Henry avoids the plague that’s infesting your house.

    • Kate Conner

      I thought there was going to be a riot when Lish and I told everyone they had to go to convo! We were afraid for our lives!!!

      • Kristy Genung

        Hahaha I remember. I remember all the RAs discussing who was going to have to tell us all as we stood once again in the rain. But it def. makes for a good story to tell!!!

  • Bonnie Wick

    The same plague hit my house. Although I don’t have a newborn, before we were plagued by the never-leaving stomach bug, my 2 and a half year old got bronchitis… for the second time in 3 months. (Cue the antibiotics, breathing treatments, steroids and more breathing treatments.)
    So I am with you on the not sleeping, washer running all hours of the day (and night) and stinky diapers (with their horrid rashes that make me wanna cry.)
    I will be praying that this plague leaves us all never to return and, God willing, may your little Henry be spared. :)

  • Annie

    I survived the sewage flooded dorm too, but from the 3rd floor, where it originated. We have very different memories, I’m guessing. One of those “perspective is everything” things. From my end it was 2 1/2″ of toilet water on half the hall, girls walking around with walmart bags on their feet and “did you call Ruth yet?” What a night!

    I will be praying for you all to get and stay well!

    • Kate Conner

      I remember seeing your girls in Wal-Mart bags when we came outside for the fire drills! Crazy!

  • Lesley

    I’m convinced there is hardly anything worse than a toddler with the stomach flu. The only thing that really tops it is a breast feeding mama with the stomach flu. Been there, done that, hated it. You have my sympathy! I’ll be praying right now.

  • KelliCox

    Oh wow! Praying now! A dear friend told me when my first was born that she would pray for God to multiply the sleep I could get and that really stuck with me. Prayed it with all 4 and will pray it for you! Your “bringing the 3rd baby home” survival story is much worse than mine and I thought it was bad at the time! For me though, I was the only one sick- got home with our 3rd- others were 4 and 6 and ended up back in the ER 2 hours later with 104 fever and mastitis before my milk came in… yours is definitely worse! Hang in there!!

  • Aphra

    Thought you might like this by Beth Woolsey: Open Letter to new mama me :) Since you are a new mama. You probably know it all already since it isn’t your first but it is a good read!

  • shelby@honeysuckle

    Oh the flooding of 25-1, that is a fun story to tell. Whenever I get together with Sarah and Megan, that story often gets retold as BEFORE the flooding even happened, Megan awoke from a dream imagining there was a huge spider and reported this to Sarah who proceeded to freak out. It was an eventful night on all accounts.

    I hope the plague has left your house by now. Still praying though. :)