Nothing makes a parent more exhausted and frustrated than a sick baby.
Especially when that lifeless parent can't make it all better with a hug and a kiss.
Roo has been experiencing some diaper issues for over a week now. Last night was the pinnacle of this "sickness" when she needed a diaper change every twenty minutes. The highlight was when she promptly woke up at 2am to throw up all over our bed.
Then me, then the floor.
The poor thing doesn't have much experience with puking, seeing as she did it for the first time last week. I felt entirely helpless as I held my screaming, crying child who had no clue what to do with the bile that rose in her throat.
After stripping the bed, lysol-ing the entire room and clicking the fan on high (because boy, oh boy, does puke stink at 2am), she went back to a restless sleep.
After a painful trip to the doctors, which resulted in tears for over an hour she's happily watching cartoons with her sippy and some crackers. Although she is still having dirty diaper issues and the mild fever that was kicking this morning is lying low (that hopefully won't rear its ugly head tonight... why is it always at night when kids are the most sick?), I'm hoping for a full recover. We have easter eggs to dye and after spending a ton of time indoors today, both Mommy and Roo need some garden time.
A special thanks to Angela for recommending today's blog title.
"You're all my boys."
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