It looks like we have survived the first "major" illness. On Friday night, Micah had a completely normal evening, went to bed at his normal time, and woke up crying a little after an hour in bed. I let him put himself back to sleep, but he woke up every ten or fifteen minutes for the next hour and so I finally decided to go give him a hand going back to sleep (Michael was at a bar to see some live music that evening). The minute I walked in his room, I smelled it and it only took a minute to realize that what I smelled was vomit. My poor baby was soaking wet, I turned on the light and saw two significant piles of puke in the crib. I felt so bad. I cleaned him up and sent Michael a message to let him know what was going on. In the meantime, I put Micah in the baby carrier on my chest while I changed his sheets, wiped down the slats of the crib, and moved all the dirty stuff into a pile in the other room.
Then he threw up again, this time on me. At that point I lost it, I did not know what to do, I couldn't keep changing his clothes (or mine) and I felt so so bad for him. I called my dad who calmed me down, then Michael called and I calmed him down. While I was on the phone with Michael, Micah puked for a fourth time and I hung up, took his pajamas off, took my disgusting shirt off and just grabbed a baby blanket to cover us while I rocked him in the rocking chair until Michael came home.
Of course, as usual, Michael is amazing and he immediately grabbed my robe to cover me up, gathered up the dirty laundry, checked to make sure the puke looked "normal" (assuming either one of us would know what abnormal looks like), and got me a glass of water. In the meantime, I decided to lay on the floor with the baby, so Michael got pillows, and our comforter, and all the towels in our closet. And that's where we slept Friday night. Micah probably puked on me at least another six times over the course of the night but it stopped around 2am and at 3am, I snuck some pajamas on him while he was sleeping and laid him down in his crib. He woke up a few times asking for water, but I was afraid to give him anything so I just comforted him back to sleep and we made it through the night. It was horrible but I think we managed it well.
Of course, he spent all weekend recovering, didn't really eat much, slept like a maniac, and then he passed it to both of us. So I spent Sunday with my head in a bucket and had to call in sick to my brand new job yesterday. I guess it isn't coincidence that he got sick right after I started my new job, it's totally normal for him to get sick after starting daycare and being exposed to other little kids and all their germs. Ah well, it's actually kind of nice to have that under our belt.
Then he threw up again, this time on me. At that point I lost it, I did not know what to do, I couldn't keep changing his clothes (or mine) and I felt so so bad for him. I called my dad who calmed me down, then Michael called and I calmed him down. While I was on the phone with Michael, Micah puked for a fourth time and I hung up, took his pajamas off, took my disgusting shirt off and just grabbed a baby blanket to cover us while I rocked him in the rocking chair until Michael came home.
Of course, as usual, Michael is amazing and he immediately grabbed my robe to cover me up, gathered up the dirty laundry, checked to make sure the puke looked "normal" (assuming either one of us would know what abnormal looks like), and got me a glass of water. In the meantime, I decided to lay on the floor with the baby, so Michael got pillows, and our comforter, and all the towels in our closet. And that's where we slept Friday night. Micah probably puked on me at least another six times over the course of the night but it stopped around 2am and at 3am, I snuck some pajamas on him while he was sleeping and laid him down in his crib. He woke up a few times asking for water, but I was afraid to give him anything so I just comforted him back to sleep and we made it through the night. It was horrible but I think we managed it well.
Of course, he spent all weekend recovering, didn't really eat much, slept like a maniac, and then he passed it to both of us. So I spent Sunday with my head in a bucket and had to call in sick to my brand new job yesterday. I guess it isn't coincidence that he got sick right after I started my new job, it's totally normal for him to get sick after starting daycare and being exposed to other little kids and all their germs. Ah well, it's actually kind of nice to have that under our belt.
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