Isn't THAT a lovely title? My baby boy woke up this morning and promptly did exactly that. Then daddy cleaned him up and put him in bed with me (which is when I found out about it). He lay in bed with me for a minute and then proceeded to throw up all over me, him and the bed. I had to clean him, clean me and strip the bed. Then we went downstairs armed with towels and covers for the couch and got a bucket...and he proceed to wet everything down again. I now have 6-7 extra loads of laundry, a sick baby boy who doesn't understand and I am feeling kind of queasy myself (this I am not sure if is real or just mental from the smell and sight of things.). What a fun way to start off a rainy dreary Monday morning. I feel so bad for my baby. He is so empty but still feels the need to heave. I just want him to have an hour or two of heave free rest and pray that this is a one day thing.
Seems like the only time I get on here to blog lately, its to complain. Actually I am very thankful that my girl doesn't have (and I pray she doesnt get it!) and that my kids have not gone through this very often in their lives. It just hurts a mom so bad to see her babies sick like that.
Well, I better get going I need to go do some more laundry and change clothes yet again.
Have a blessed day!
2 comments:
Hang in there Tracey....Micah recently had a quick bout of that.
i hope that that sweet boy starts to feel better and if you feel the need to gripe, knock yourself out. Its all good.
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