And it hit hard. Right at 11pm last night.
I started feeling a little rumble in my tummy as we were leaving Grandma and Grandpa Parsons house last night. (It was the first of many Friday night Fish Fry's for Lent this year.) I chalked it up to a little extra (TMI) gas. Bridger fell asleep with no problem on the ride home and I laid him down to sleep.
Two peas in a pod |
Right around 11 o'clock at night I heard the dreaded throw up sound.
I quickly picked Bridger up and the next thing I knew I was covered, he was cover and the bed was covered in throw up. I stripped the sheets, started a load of laundry, re dressed him, re dressed myself and tried to go back to bed.
I could hear the rumble in my tummy start to pick up again a few hours later and as I tried to feed Bridger since he was making noises like he was hungry the next thing I knew I was puked on all over again.
Stripped the bed again, ran out of bed sheets, recovered the bed in towels and blankets, dressed ourselves in fresh clothes, rocked the baby and then finally called my husband. I could tell in his voice that he was a little shaken that I had called so late. I felt helpless a little bit. I had a sick baby, that didn't want to be put down and wanted to be held up right ALL night long, I was exhausted and the emotions took over.
By morning I thought we were doing better but little did I know that the diarrhea was about to start for both of us. No fun. Bridger didn't eat much, which is a given, but I tried to push as much liquid into him as I could.
He had a slight fever all day, but nothing that went over 100.4.
Right around 6 tonight he FINALLY wanted to play with his toys and his personality started to come out.
I am really praying that tonight goes better and he wakes up feeling a lot better. Let's just pray that our neighbor stops hammering/ drilling/ sawing sometime soon. :) O the joys of living in a suburban neighborhood.
Here's a quick picture one of the mom's from my class sent me. How cute is this?
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