Isaac caught his very first stomach virus this past weekend. It’s been about 16 hours since I’ve had to clean up vomit, so I think the worst is over.
It started with a runny nose, then he got all stuffed up, and it wasn’t until over 24 hours later that he threw up the first time. Then it was 2-3 times a day Sunday and twice yesterday as well. He’s gotten his appetite back today, so I think he’s on the mend. I’m just hoping Chris and I don’t get it!
The poor kiddo had no idea what was going on – he kept telling me “Isaac coughing and then nasty nasty on the floor.” Sweet baby. And my smart, smart boy refused to throw up on his bed. Sure he threw up on Chris once and me twice, but when he got sick during the night or at nap time, he crawled off his bed and threw up on the floor. The blessed hardwood floor. Thank God for no carpet in his room.
I’m so sick of the television. We’ve watched more this week than we have since I sat on the couch with him as a newborn and nursed him to a marathon of Scrubs on Netflix. He was too miserable to do anything but just lay in my lap and whimper.
I’m so DONE with screen time. And so is he. Thank goodness he was feeling a little better this afternoon. Even though it was raining, we got out of the house and took a nice, slow walk around the cul-de-sac, watching a tree crew grinding out some stumps at the neighbor’s, joining a game of “float the styrofoam boats down the overflowing street” with some kids down the street, and petting some neighborhood doggies. I had to carry him the last 1/4 of the way after he just plain ran out of energy.
Friday night, he couldn’t breathe well enough to sleep on his stomach, but refused to let me rock him in the recliner downstairs, and spent the majority of the night with his upper body draped over my chest while I lay next to him in his bed. He slept in 20 minute increments, and every time he woke up I would hold him, comfort him, and help ease him back down to my chest to go back to sleep. It was miserable and exhilarating all at the same time. I was bone tired, just aching for a longer stretch of sleep, yet I spent so much of the night just staring at his face all squooshed against me, listening to his raspy breath, and stroking his back, in absolute wonderment at his beautiful face.
I’m so lucky to be his Mama…even for all the yucky stuff.
And here he is, feeling better tonight: