chickenfickle

Ever hear someone say they are having “one of those days”? What kind of day would that be? A day that starts when you wake up and ends when you go to bed? Or a day when THAT BABY barfs in your car, has diarrhea on your lap, then barfs again in his bed and you are forced to do emergency laundry? Is that the kind of day you mean?

TB woke up fine. Happy, ate a waffle, drank some juice, watched a cartoon. I was out for a bit with The Girl and came home for lunch. TB ate a sandwich, had some chips, was just fine. Well, then let’s go do some errands. Off to Target. Fine. Let’s keep going-Costco. Still fine. One more stop, little man? Ok, return some shoes, get some soap. I notice he’s falling asleep in the stroller so we go to the car. I strap him in and I hear a little burp. Then I see his beautiful blue eyes are watery and I notice the barf on his shirt. And shorts. And all over the car seat. The Girl and #2 are holding their noses and telling me TB is stinky.

So I call Husband to warn him. He meets us in the garage and helps to get TB out of the car. We hose him down in the bathtub, give him some Motrin and he takes a nap. All appears to be well. Gets up for dinner, has a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some 7Up. Not hot anymore, chatty, appears to be fine. Well, appearances can be deceiving.

THAT BABY sees the other two outside with our neighbor and wants to play. I agree. He seems fine, maybe some air will do him good. I put his shoes on and we go in the yard. He waves hello, he’s laughing, playing, having a great time. I think, ok, must have been a freak bug. He’s fine.

Now it’s dark out so I make everyone come in and it starts. He cries a little and waves his foot at me to take off his shoes. I do and he goes straight to his little chair, sits down and puts his head on the arm. Uh oh. That’s not a good sign. I holler to Husband to come see. He takes TB’s temp and it’s 102. Rats! Husband gives him more Motrin and I take him upstairs. We have a diaper change (ugly) and then we sit and rock. He falls asleep pretty fast and I think, ok, he’s fine. I put him in his crib and he barfs all over. His poor little body is shaking and he’s crying. I call for some some help and Husband and I get him in the tub and hose him down again. I change his sheets and Husband sits with him this time and so far, he’s been ok.

I think it’s going to be one of those nights….