I must be getting old. I'm 28, but my body ain't havin' it. I felt a little unwell on Tuesday night but just blew it off as allergies, because, Texas. I woke up on Wednesday feeling really nauseous and achy to the point I asked my six year old if she wanted to stay home from school because I just couldn't manage getting myself dressed, the baby changed and her ready for school with a packed lunch and breakfast... Just couldn't even. I curled up in a blanket in the middle of the floor and threw in the towel. My husband didn't offer to take our daughter to school so she stayed with me, until she realized that she might miss a boy in class' show-and-tell day, and suddenly it was the end of the world if she didn't get to school asap. She made it in time.
So up I finally went and got her to school about an hour and a half late. She got her first tardy pass, but was happy (positive little thang) to know how that process worked for the future. I came home and declined rapidly. Here's where I insert TMI. With a clingy, hungry ten month old, I started throwing up. My husband had to come home for the rest of the day to babysit, because I couldn't come out of the bathroom for long. It was the worst. I'd go from constantly freezing, to throwing up and sweating, headached and miserable, and the muscles in my legs, butt, thighs and sides hurt to the bone.
The next day I woke up and was glad to realize it had been a few hours since I'd thrown up, which was a fab sign, since I'd been doing it every hour or so. I literally would have one sip of water, and up it would come. I couldn't keep down anything. I got so dehydrated that I was blacking out and my tongue was dry. If it had lasted much longer, I may have had to go in and get an IV.
I was still feeling like crap, but joyous to know I was on the up and ups, when the baby projectile vomited. Wednesday was a very long day. Between having a migraine, and being achy and nauseated, the ten month old caught my bug. Poor little guy sat in my lap all day, which he doesn't tend to do, loving to be on the move. We brought the rocking chair into the living room and played Baby Einstein all day while he nursed, threw up, slept, woke up to rock and watch BE, nursed, threw up and repeated.
Yet somehow, he kicked it (the throwing up bit) in about five hours. He seemed totally fine after that. He was even able to keep down Pedialyte and nurse well, whereas I, couldn't keep anything down for almost 24 hours, and here on Saturday am only at about 90%. It probably didn't help my case that I couldn't keep any nourishment and was still nursing. But we do what we do for the love of our babies. He's well and happy, and I'm, I'm almost there... Hashtag old. Or rather, hashtag mom. When you're sick and can't get a nap like the baby does all day, feed from your being, and still have to get up all night because no one else will, what do you really expect?
It doesn't help that my six year old is off from school today and I'm tired as I'll get out, buuut she can't stay quiet long enough to let the baby sleep for more than 30 minutes. Love her to bits, but this girl could not be quiet long enough to save her life. Lord never let her in a situation like that! I've finally got my appetite back to, almost, normal, so I think I'll try to make some apple turnovers. Extra apple for me, and zero apple for the picky textures eater. I'm so ready to be well again.
