It could have been the nursery at the gym on Sunday or the various shopping carts that met Gavin's mouth while we were out running errands. I don't know, and it doesn't matter. As of early this morning, Dawn said all the kids at her house are in good health, so that is awesome news.
Going back a little bit, Gavin gave me the worst morning yesterday that I think I'd ever had with him. Dylan was gone, and we were up at 3:30am. He fell asleep in my arms but wouldn't let me put him down, and I had to get in the shower at 5:15. So I had to deal with an awake and very cranky baby while I somehow managed to shower, eat, and get ready. Also, I had to deal with an explosive poopy diaper, and while I was cleaning up my hands and arms, the dog got into the dirty diaper and Gavin, who was crawling around naked, peed on the carpet. Not to mention that I had to put the trash to the curb, get the house ready for the cleaning people, clean out the car for an airport pick-up, and hit the gas station. I clocked into work 5 minutes early that morning at 7:25 and felt as though I had earned some Warrior Mom badge for doing so.
Gavin was fine all day, afternoon, and night. The retching began some time after 2:30am. We didn't know if it was violent coughing or dry heaving, but after checking on him a few times, we knew he was breathing and asleep. So we let him be. Finally at 5am I went to get him and was barfed on for the first time that day. Dylan freed me up from the House of Vomit to hit the gym, pick up some paperwork, and buy Pedialyte. As of this posting, Dylan's been barfed on twice, me twice, and between the three of us there have been two baths and three showers. Also a few loads of laundry from cleaning up vomit and diarrhea.
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| Ra Dog stand-off. (This was Sunday...still in good health.) |
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| Sunday smiles. |
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| My little barf man and me. That top ended up soaked in vomit just a couple hours later. |
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| Sweet boy getting lots of snuggles. |
All in all, not too bad of a day. Gavin is just being a slightly more subdued version of himself. We're not that worried, and he's taking the Pedialyte okay. He also takes his bottle like a champ...but then he barfs up like 20 times what went in. (I don't know how that is possible, but I swear it's true.) So he's cut off from bottles for a while.
Had this happened yesterday, what would I have done? The only honest answer is that I would have had a meltdown. Missing work, though I'm sure it'll happen on the account of a Gavin illness at some point, is something that makes my stomach turn. Dealing with barf by myself sounds equally as awful. I asked Dylan, "What would I do if I was by myself right now? How would I clean up my clothes, my body, Gavin's body, and the chair and carpet by myself, and what would I do with the baby while I was doing all that?" I honestly don't know. So thank goodness this is happening on a Tuesday, when both Dylan and I are at home. Because if this had all gone down yesterday, well it would have made that morning I just told you about seem like no big deal.
As I go through this parenting adventure, I always think that God doesn't give us anything that we can't handle. Sometimes I wish Gavin was like one of those babies I see in public that sits quietly and hardly makes a noise, but instead he's the type that never stops moving and/or shouting. A lot of the time I think that I'm not cut out for it, but I always make it through to the end of the day, and I wouldn't trade my little guy for anything. I'm just glad that at some point, babies do grow up. Does that make me an awful person that I don't want my baby to stay a baby forever? I don't think so. I'll enjoy it while it lasts, but I'm just excited for all the fun times ahead...and less excited for all the barf and poop that is still to come before Gavin can take care of himself.
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