What a Week!

So, as I wrote last week, Turner had a stomach bug on Saturday. Luckily it only lasted one day! Before you get too excited, it was too good to be true. Sunday morning he woke up with the nasty post nasal thing. If that wasn’t bad enough, I got it too! So we had a very quiet week lounging around the house.

Between the two of us, we probable slept 5 hours the whole week. He coughed all night, and I couldn’t sleep either because, every time I’d doze off, I felt like I was suffocating and woke up! So instead of snuggling in bed each morning and doing our daily routine, we lounged on the couch and watched TV all day, which we never do.

It was a blur of resting, doing our (yes OUR) nebulizer treatments, eating, and resting some more. Luckily it was so cold out that we didn’t miss venturing out.

We both went to the dr early in the week. I got an antibiotic, which helped immediately, and Turner got a steroid for his cough to reduce inflammation. It seemed to work. His cough is getting better and the congestion has cleared up, thank goodness. Nothing a new hipster haircut and a bunch of tulips can’t fix!

Let’s hope we’re on the mend! Is it Spring yet??

Sick Baby

Poor Turner woke up super sick on Saturday. We all slept in until 8, which is late for us. I looked at the monitor and Turner was still asleep, which is very unusual for him. He’s usually wide awake, playing in his crib, by 6am!
We brought him into our bed to have our usual coffee and milk time. He drank a little milk and then wanted to lay down again. He wanted to snuggle, so I took full advantage (even though I knew that wasn’t normal).

Immediately after I took that picture, he threw up. My reaction was to sit him up and try to catch it. Seriously!? After that round, we stripped our bed and laid him down on a towel.

After some time went by, we brought him, his towel, and a garbage can downstairs and set up camp on the couch. We all sat there and watched TV. He got sick again 30 minutes later. Then he fell asleep on the couch around 10.

Poor little baby. It broke my heart to see him like that! Luckily that was the last time he got sick. He woke up from his nap and started asking for water. I held him off from eating or drinking anything, because I didn’t want him to get sick again!

By 12, I gave him some ice chips. He held that down and was begging for cheerios. So, by 12:30 we gave him a few cheerios. Luckily he kept those down too! He went into his crib by 2 to take a nap, because he was exhausted. He took a solid nap and woke up good as new. This did not happen the last time he got sick! It was a week solid of throwing up. I was so thankful he wasn’t sick for long this time! Let’s hope that’s the end of illness this season. Stay well!

Hot Mess

I feel like it’s been AGES since I’ve written a post. Well, my last post was all happy and optimistic thinking the worst of our illness was over….WRONG! I’m doing fine. But Turner has been on the vomit roller coaster for an entire week! Just when we think he’s better, SPLAT. 

This all started last Wednesday. So by Friday he was fine, or so I thought. I started to introduce his goat’s milk again. Before that, it was straight up Pedialyte. By nighttime, he was so exhausted, that we ended up putting him to bed around 6:30. Passed. Out. About 20 minutes later, he woke up hysterically crying (which is not like him). I picked him up and rocked him to calm him down. He just wouldn’t stop crying. And then, BAM. Turner, me, chair, COVERED in throw up. Stew came upstairs with a bath towel to clean up. Meanwhile, I carried him into the bathroom, peeled off our wet clothes, and sat on the bathroom floor. Turner was so tired that he laid on the floor and fell asleep. Stew brought in some clean pjs and we dressed him and put him back in bed. The rest of the night was fine!

Saturday was GREAT! He was back on his Pedialyte and saltine cracker diet. Sunday we were ready to venture out for the first time in days. The sun was shining, it was in the mid 60s, and it was SECOND SUNDAY! That’s our favorite time to walk around Charleston. The roads are closed off to traffic, and the restaurants have tables set up in the street.  So, when Turner woke up from his afternoon nap, we brought him downstairs for a quick snack before heading downtown. As Stew was putting him in his highchair, he projectile vomited everywhere! WTF!?! After that, he seemed totally fine. So, we let a little time pass and settled for a walk around the block.

Monday, perfectly fine! He was definitely not as hungry and EXTREMELY clingy, but I didn’t mind. Poor momma baby has been through the ringer! I was convinced that this was all behind us. Well, I hate to break it to you, but a nasty cough hit him last night. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? So, he coughed and wined ALL NIGHT. Aren’t you getting tired from reading this!? Well, this morning, we went to get him out of his crib and brought him downstairs for breakfast. You guessed it…puked all over the floor. So, I brought him to the doc. Common sense, I know. Our pediatrician, whom I love, said his digestion was still sensitive and his cough should get better. He was already run down, so he was more susceptible to getting something else (hence the cough). After all that, there was nothing to do but wait it out. Let’s hope today was the last of it. I’ve been covered in vomit enough for a lifetime!
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My Worst Fear

Thursday night, Stew came home from work, and I suddenly started feeling weird. I was dizzy, nauseous, unsure of what was happening. As time went by, it became clear that I was going to get sick. A bug? Food poisoning? Either way, it was bad! I’ll leave out the gory details.

As I sat on the couch, wishing this would pass, Turner was standing next to me whining. I was about to say, “Turner, I’m really not in the mood to listen to your whining”, when he projectile vomited all over himself and the couch. And there it was, me and Turner sick at THE SAME TIME!!! My worst fear!

This was the first time Turner ever threw up, so we didn’t know what to expect. I was as helpful as a fart in a wind-storm, so Stew was Mr. Mom. And thank God for him! He put Turner to bed (without a bottle). Turner would throw up in his crib every so often. Stew would go in, wipe it up, and walk out. Poor guy. Turner surprisingly slept through the night. I had a vision of me and him up all night taking turns throwing up.

Yesterday, Turner woke up all better. Stew gave him an ounce of Pedialyte in his sippy cup. Poor baby was SO thirsty that he cried hysterically for more. So we gave him 2 more oz and then 2 more oz. Once he held that down, Stew gave him some toast. He ate mild foods all day and a few sippy cups of Pedialyte. No milk!

I, on the other hand, couldn’t even get out of bed. I slept ALL day. I walked exactly ONE time and sat up TWICE. Yuck.

This morning, we were all feeling better. I was able to have some oatmeal for breakfast and walk downstairs. Big improvement. Turner seemed good too. We gave him a little milk this morning with his oatmeal, and he was ok with that. He was just a little sleepy and went down for his nap early.

I knew it was only a matter of time that Turner would get sick! I am proud to say, we got through it! He’s one tough little dude. And thank goodness for my hubby!