want to remember some things about last night, and today.
It almost 10 am. The pukey smelling cloud hanging over DJ and I is
killing my appetite. At least I hope that's what's making my tummy
tremble at the sound of anything more substantial than toast (done
that) or oatmeal. I'm holding off on having any food partly cause I
want to wait for my tummy to feel better so I can put some protien in
it, and partly cause there isn't much I can sneak without DJ seeing.
He's subsisting on Sprite and water at the moment. I think eating
might trigger a meltdown. And at the moment he's no fussier than
usual, which is to say not very at all. Naturally we have our
regularly schedule clash of wills, and that's about it.
Many people talk about women's or mother's intuition. I would like to
give props to some daddy intuition. Last night around 11pm, DJ cried
out and made a choking sound reminiscent of serious conjestion. We
knew he was conjested, so when he quieted quickly I was almost
enclined to dismiss it. B felt strongly that we should check on him.
So I made the two flight distance to DJ's room. I go to pat him and
it's wet all over and he's gurgling. There is a smell in the room like
rotting cheese. I hollar over the intercom for Braden and turn on the
light. There I find sleepy DJ, trying to go back to sleep face down in
a mess. Dinner and some of lunch was hanging out all over the "pillow"
and on the crib sheet cover. This scenario repeated itself several
more times, with an ever smaller amount and fewer bits. But he kept
trying to go back to sleep.
How did I survive this? Rather than trying to wake up every 1/2 hour,
and at one point several dry heaves caused a mad rush up stair in just
a 15 minute period, I chose to stay awake. Luckily I had Ezio and
Assasin's Creed II to keep me company. Ha. B eventually gave up on his
late night coding to watch. So I got 6 hrs of gaming in, pretty much
straight except for the "clean up and comfort" breaks. Good times.
At 6 am, a good time on a normal day, DJ woke up ready for a bottle. I
had some misgivings about giving him milk but he was obviously hungry
so I let him have it. Half way through he stopped and curled up next
to me in the fetal position. Not good. And then he burped and his
tummy gurgled. Insert my Kermit face here. I had a bad feeling.
Shortly thereafter we were both covered in the milk he just had. Yeah.
I saw that coming. After yet another costume change and wipe down, we
put a doubled up towel under him on he master bed and he dozed off for
an hour. Luckily he didn't hurl again until later.
Seems to be just a twenty four hour bug, cause he hasn't thrown up
since morning. I think the fact that I had a bug like this before
Christmas helped me know what not to feed him and how to retrain his
tummy to take food again. I'm glad that suffering was good for
something.
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