Well, we all caught it - Sam’s pukey illness, that is. By Wednesday Hubby came home early and ran to the bathroom upon entering the apartment. By that night I was sick too. So there, my reason for a long absence. According to our pediatrician, who we saw on Thursday to make sure Sam wasn’t dehydrated (thank goodness he’s still nursing - I swear it kept him out of the hospital), that cruise ship virus has been going around this area and is extremely contagious. Funny, I’m pretty sure I’m not tan and damn sure no one has been cooking any awesome food for me. So does that mean all the bastards who went on cruises for the holidays came back here and passed on their little virus? Ok, sorry, I know they’re not bastards and that that would mean that they also were sick…but they also got to lounge by the pool for a few days before it kicked in I would think.
Blah. I feel like we have finally recovered and we have moved out of our living room where we dwelled for a full week. And now I have to go watch American Idol.

Labels: Bodily functions

It’s pretty amazing what our bodies can do when it’s time to kick into gear. For the past 2 weeks I’ve had fairly bad morning sickness in the afternoon and evenings especially. It seems I am always on the verge but never quite over the cliff if you take my meaning. It’s enough, though, to eliminate most food from smelling range and from sight in order to avoid that hurdle over the edge of the lovely white bowl. By the end of the day I don’t even want to be upright or moving for fear of jarring myself into true illness. It was the same way when I was pregnant with Sam - constant nausea with very little result.

Last night it was clear that something was wrong with Sam. It took a long time for him to fall asleep and once he did he woke up continuously needing to be soothed, much to our frustration as we tried to watch The DaVinci Code. Around 11:00 he started throwing up and this continued until about 9:00am this morning. We all camped out in the living room with an air mattress and towels once our bed was put out of commission. Throughout the course of the evening I was vomitted on at least 4 times and then slept (when we finally did sleep) with my face in my baby’s pukey head of hair (after 3 baths it seemed we just had to let go and do our best with each round). My point is this: I was not nauseous at any point of the evening. Tired, yes. Sad for Sam, totally. Did it reek? Absolutely! Were there chunks? You betcha! And I felt the healthiest I have been in weeks.

Why this had to be passed to Sam temporarily for my body to remember what relief felt like I have no idea. It seems it was just a quick virus. But I can tell you that between him and me I’m glad to be sitting here, as still as possible, drinking my ginger ale. When I picked up a blanket for myself just now I was assaulted with a rogue chunk and its odor, and I tell ya that nearly sent me over that edge. Must not move…must hold together…And Sam is in his clean bed sleeping soundly again, as it should be.

Meanwhile I am on laundry load 5, I believe.

******Edited to add: No sooner had I hit ‘publish’ than I heard Sam on the monitor saying, “uh oh, uh oh.” I got in there just in time for him to throw up all over himself and his “clean bed.” He seems to be going from one extreme to another, feeling awful one moment and dancing on the couch the next hour. I hope the vomiting is done before we go to bed tonight. And he seems to have lost the warning whine before he throws up, so now we all have a nice element of surprise.

Load 7…

Labels: Bodily functions, Pregnant

We arrived back from our Thanksgiving festivities last night. Sam is now a seasoned air traveller, now having 9 flights under his belt in his 18 month life. As usual he was great. The wheel on our stroller was bent on the flight though and it turns out it’s going to be a lot more of an ordeal than we thought to fix it. We’ll probably end up needing a new stroller entirely, and I can’t begin to tell you how annoying that is.

I think this is the longest I have gone without posting (or commenting) since starting this blog 9 months ago. I felt very mindless during our break and visit to my parents’ house. I couldn’t seem to do anything that required thought other than play Mah Jhong on the computer and Scrabble and poker with my family. Hubby and I also got to go out to dinner twice and we saw 2 movies: Casino Royale and The Fountain. Still trying to figure out the latter - again, too much thought required, but not due to any fault of mine.

Does it seem like this post is sort of pointless? I know. I think so too. I think it’s because all I really have to post about today is Sam’s poo this morning, but I really feel I should spare you all the details since the scenario resulted in me throwing up. Let’s just say that Sam gave birth to a baby poo this morning after a very painful labor…and I was his midwife.

Labels: Bodily functions

Sam is nursing like a fiend. He was starting to show less interest in breastfeeding, just wanting the nummies a few times throughout the day. Then he got that cold a few weeks ago and totally regressed. So lately Hubby and I have been trying to just make sure he knows he has his other options when he has been nursing a lot more than usual. I’m not weaning him or anything; I plan to follow his lead, but if he has just nursed recently and then decides he wants to again simply because he saw some cleavage or something we’ll offer him a sippy cup or regular cup instead. That’s what happened yesterday. So Hubby went to get him a sippy cup with some milk and he brought it in for Sam. On his way he made a little joke for my benefit, holding the sippy cup up to his chest, spout out, and leaning toward Sam, who opened his mouth in anticipation of the cup. My milk came down…big time.

So add that to the list of ways to get your milk going: hearing your baby cry, hearing running or rushing water, leaning forward and jiggling a bit, watching your husband affix to his chest a bright blue and green cup.

Labels: Bodily functions, Hubby, Mommyhood