Lazy, Icky Saturday

J still isn’t sleeping well — I suspect because he’s still working on his first tooth, and the second appears to be close behind. And so, last night I was awoken at 3:30 a.m. … and we were up until 5:30, when he finally fell back to sleep. But I think D was actually the one who stayed up with the baby last night — I don’t remember because I felt so awful. I had a very queasy stomach (hangover-esque, but not a hangover) and simply couldn’t find the strength to stand up and rock J for more than a few minutes at a time.

Well, eventually we were all back in bed, but 8:30 rolled around and I wasn’t feeling any better. Still the queasy stomach, but I was also just exhausted. I fed the baby but could not get myself out of bed. Finally at 11:30, D convinced me to get up. I started to feel like I had overslept, and I hoped that getting up and showering, moving around, and eating something would help my stomach settle. We had lunch (after I fed the baby again, of course), and then we decided to take the baby to the park to swing.

Turns out, J wasn’t in a very good mood, either.

baby crying in the swingClearly the park wasn’t a great choice.

We came home and put the baby down for a (much needed) nap, and I was still feeling queasy. We lounged in the living room and watched a movie, and called our (new) friends and the babysitter to cancel our double-date plans (which I’m super sad about — but we’ll reschedule).

D was sweet enough to go to the store and get me some soup and Pepto Bismol, so hopefully that will help my stomach a bit. Unfortunately, while he was gone, the baby spit up quite a lot — I hope he’s not sick, too.

I’m still not feeling well (in case that wasn’t obvious with the pity party post), and I’m glad it’s a Saturday, so I’ve been able to relax, but I was really hoping to get some things done around the house today.

In other news, I’ve been trying to make some cosmetic improvements around the house. I replaced all the brass door knobs with brushed nickel ones, and I’m planning to paint soon — gotta get rid of this nasty yellow beige that we’ve had since we moved in. (Currently, the only room in the house that I’m actually pretty pleased with color-wise is the freshly painted nursery.) But I’m finding that picking out paint colors is way more difficult than it seems like it should be. I want something bright and happy without being too bright, warm without being dark, neutral without being the same color as my couches. So I’m working on calling in some help — my interior decorator cousin. Hope she’s able to come up with some ideas!

Baby’s First Illness

Warning: This post could get a little graphic…

Well, we made it through our first experience with a sick baby.

He was acting rather weird all day yesterday. He was not interested in playing and spent the whole day either sleeping, eating, or screaming — very unusual for him. I could tell he was in pain and he seemed like he might be a little warm, but I thought maybe he was starting to cut a tooth… but he showed no interest in teething rings and I couldn’t feel any tooth buds…

Toward the end of the work day, he seemed absolutely inconsolable, so I tried putting him in the ErgoBaby — it was nice to wear my baby again! He stayed quiet and content for about an hour. He didn’t sleep, but I think being cuddled up next to me was comforting to him.

After work was over, I had D take a picture of J in the Ergo so I could put in my last post about babywearing. Just seconds after the picture was taken, J puked all over me, the carrier, the floor, and the stroller. About five times in a row. He’s a spitter-upper normally, but this was definitely sick throw up. It smelled awful.

I, of course, freaked out… but not in the way I would have expected (at least from my pre-motherhood self). It wasn’t the fact that I was covered in throw up. D says the words that came out of my mouth first were “What did I do wrong?” I was unbelievably worried — instantaneously — about my child’s well-being and how I might have failed to take care of him.

Those feelings of self-doubt subsided, though. I was really just worried about making him feel better. I rushed him upstairs and into a bath, and he seemed to be feeling better already. (I know how that feels — I had a stomach virus myself just a couple of months ago.) While I bathed the baby, D cleaned up the mess, canceled our dinner plans, and called the doctor. (Have I mentioned lately how amazing my husband is?!)

After his bath, we took his temperature (rectally), and it was over 101F — he definitely had a bit of a fever. The pediatrician called us back and we gave him the low-down. He told us to wait an hour, give him an ounce of pedialyte or breastmilk; wait 15 minutes; if he kept it down, give him another ounce; and so on. J fell asleep soon after that, though, so it was about 2 hours later that we were first able to feed him.

Luckily I had a not-quite-full bottle of breastmilk in the refrigerator (not yet frozen), so D fed him from the bottle per the doctor’s orders. No issues for the first two ounces, so after that, we let him finish the bottle and go to sleep.

J continued to wake up every 30 minutes to an hour, though. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong… until finally at 10, we went through our normal bedtime routine: Book, Breast, Bed. After that, he fell asleep and didn’t wake up again until 5 a.m. That bedtime routine must be pretty well-established! And I think it’s good that he was willing and eager to eat from the breast. He probably drew comfort from that, but it also meant his tummy was no longer upset.

This morning, all seemed well. I kept an eye out for signs of dehydration (certainly a concern), but when I changed his diaper at 5 a.m., he was soaked. (A good thing!) And aside from sleeping a little more than usual, he’s been his normal happy self today.

I’m positive it was just a 24-hour virus (which I figured from the beginning). Chances are good that he picked it up from daycare, but really there’s no way to know for sure. I knew he’d get sick eventually. At least he’s okay now. That’s all that really matters.

Now here’s hoping D & I don’t catch it!