Have we ever stopped being sick? I think there was one day last week. Fortunately, at least, Scott and I have managed to switch off worst days, and so spell each other on the childcare.
We’re pretty sure Jonah’s second round of recent stomach distress was contagious and eventually got both me and my visiting MIL, unless it was mild food poisoning. Tough to say without a lab test.
The worst of it was this:
A few days back, Scott wakes up around 7, thinks, wow, how nice that Jonah is letting us sleep in. He starts coffee, putters in the kitchen. Finally wanders into the nursery to check on the boy who is quietly awake, and covered in vomit and diarrhea.
It’s everywhere. All over his hair, the bed, in a puddle on the floor from where he clearly stood up and hurled over the railing.
The question is, how the heck did ALL THIS happen in the night without us hearing any of it? How did he not cry his head off? WTF?????????
And he was so calm about it in the morning. Didn’t even fight the diaper removal, though he was none to happy about all the bathing we inflicted on him next.
The following three nights, sleep was problematic. Late night wakings, with much anguish (post traumatic stress?). A new morning wake-up time of 4:30 a.m.
(I was mentally writing the blog post: sleep, why hast thou forsaken me?)
But he must be feeling better because last night we got a 6:30-5:30 stretch. Thank goodness.
And did I mention it’s been raining and ICY cold, for days and days? We were well enough to brave the elements today for lunch out at our favorite Mexican place where Jonah’s Bunny God lives (Beans! Meat!) and then a quick trip to the ever so visually stimulating IKEA (Round! Leaf! Bowls!) followed by a cruise through the mildly diverting kids’ books section at the local Barnes and Noble. (Caterpillar! Fishies! Sheep!)
Now we’re back home, in the nice warm, playing with our toys.
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