Jack’s daycare called yesterday at about 3:30 to say he threw up and looked like he had a little tummy bug. So I went over and got him early. He was wearing different clothes, because he’d puked all over himself — his shirt, his pants, his shoes, his socks. They had pasta and peas for lunch yesterday, and that’s what came up. (OK, you probably didn’t need that visual.)
So I brought him home and Jack and David and I all sat on the couch together for several hours and watched Sesame Street over and over. You could tell Jack was feeling really bad because he didn’t hand us the remote during the parts he didn’t like. He just sat through the parts he usually lost interest in (Mr. Noodle, the cartoons, etc.)
We gave him some water and he must have been very thirsty because he drank a lot. Then we gave him a cracker and he ate that. But before long that came up again, along with the rest of the noodles and peas.
Poor kid was so upset. He was crying because he didn’t feel well. He was crying because we weren’t following his schedule. He was crying because he wanted his milk and he DIDN’T want his milk. (He’d reach for it and then when you’d bring it t him he’d shake his head and shrink away from it.)
We were going to skip his bath, but we eventually gave him one anyway. He seemed to want it, and it did seem to help him calm down. We blew bubbles while he was in the tub, and those made him smile a little.
We gave him a little pedialyte. We got him all cozy in his overnight diaper, his fleece jammies with the feet and his blankie.
He didn’t want to read his books or hear any stories, so I just sang to him for a little while as he stared up at a mobile hanging from the ceiling. When he started rubbing his eyes I gave him kisses and put him in his crib. He went right to sleep.
Poor little guy was so miserable and there was nothing to do to make him feel better. Agonizing.
Today his tummy is better. He is still a little off kilter, but you can see that he is on the mend, thank goodness. Now I need a nap…
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