Saturday Night, midnight:
After throwing up only one more time today, I thought we were in the clear, but Noah just "coughed" a bit ago, sounding, again, dangerously like vomit... So after calling a friend (thanks, Mel and Stef) to get some advice on middle-of-the-night vomit sessions, I decided to try to do damage control while trying to keep him asleep.
I tiptoed in with a flashlight to get a fleece blanket to cover the mess with... Then tiptoed over to the crib aaand.... BUSTED. He was sitting completely upright, just watching. (Kinda creepy, actually!) So I turned on the lamp and evaluated the mess:
1. lamby-- covered
2. blankie-- a patch of grossness
3. crib- isolated to one area, but pretty big, and pretty gross.
4. Noah- crusty PJs
So..... *sigh* I removed the lamby. Used an old burpcloth to remove most of the actual mess in the crib. Covered the leftover with a tri-folded fleece blanket... Thick enough, right??? Used a baby wipe to clean up the patch on his blankie. Changed his jammies and wiped his face. Then snuggled him up in the mostly-clean blankie, saind "night-night" to the light like we do at bedtime, then snuggled him in the rocking chair and sang to him... then laid him down like a normal bedtime.
He did not cry once throughout this 15 minute event. He had some "punchy/sleepy" chatter when I turned the light on, and chattered to me through his outfit change... chatted when we turned off the light... but calmed down for songs and night-night... And I haven't heard a peep since. I hope he was just in that half-wake stage we all get in when we're awoken suddenly out of deep sleep...
Anyway.... He was so sweet... and I felt so bad for him... And at the moment, I feel awful that:
a. his bed is still gross, just covered up.
b. his blanket he is sleeping with is gross, just wiped off
c. he doesn't have his lamby
d. he can't keep anything down
e. he's not a co-sleeper-- because just this once, all I want to do is hold him to me and sleep right next to him so I can be right there the next time he gets sick. I don't even care if it is all over ME...
I'm just aching right now. Feeling sad. Feeling a tinge of pride that I can handle PUKE and TOUCH it and DEAL with it... because he's my baby....But mostly, feeling lonely and sad. PTSD, I guess.
So... I'm off to bed myself. Alone with the sick baby. Feeling weary inside, despite my long nap today I took while Noah took HIS long nap (and puked #4 during...)...
Ugh.
Saturday Night/Sunday Morning 2:30 am:
Noah threw up again. I went in to assess, and it was a negligible amount... no real mess, actually. So I tucked him back in, hummed a song, brushed his hair from his forehead, repeated the phrase, "It's night-night time.... Night night time..." and then left the flashlight for him (since he was fascinated by it!) and left the room. He went right back to sleep.
Sunday Night, 10:00 pm:
Noah didn't throw up all day... Had two bad diapers, possible diarrhea... And drank Pedialyte, about 20 oz. Had toast. some rice. some applesauce. some pretzels.
Wasn't DEVOURING his food, but was signaling when he was hungry. He maintained a temp of about 99-100 all day, and was mostly cheerful. Took one good nap and one supplemental nap. Went down for bad easy as punch. By the time bedtime hit, he hadn't thrown up for 16 hours. I thought we were coming out of it.
Until 30 minutes ago. He woke himself vomiting again. A big one. Stored up all day, I guess. Luckily, Joe is actually HERE, so he helped by taking the poor, startled, half-asleep kiddo to the bath while I did mess-control... Noah was so distraught, he wouldn't even sit down in the tub. Kept his knees locked and would only stand, crying pitifully.
I finally got him in the water, quickly washed and rinsed him, bundled him in towels, and Joe and I took turns soothing him and calming him... Until he was finally ready to be dressed and put back to bed. He went back down without a single protest.
My heart breaks for the little guy. He has been in the best spirits (surprising, for him!!) throughout this whole ordeal... and yet his little body keeps rebelling against him. Nearly always while he's asleep. Tricky sickness, this bug. I wish it would leave him be.
anyway... We'll see what the rest of the night brings... and tomorrow. *sigh*
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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hang in there. hopefully it's not rotavirus (is the poop foamy+white?)! my kids always seem to get sick at night too.
My tricks...
- I use old blankets and quilts, folded up to fit in the crib, one on top of the other, so that if they puke at night I just peel one layer off and they are good to go
- when he uses a pillow... i keep at least 2 extra pillows ready to exchange for the dirty ones in the middle of the night
- we have candles ready for the bathroom and the way to the bathroom... so when we know it's a bad one and they'll need a bath, Chris runs ahead and lights candles so there is a gentle light... the harsh light seems to upset them more
- nothing to eat or drink for at least 3 hours after each time they vomit
- if they have blankies AND an animal they sleep with I TRY to only give them one at first, so that if they puke I can hand them something clean they will be excited to have when the first item is filthy and needs to be removed
- i keep clorox wipes in their room, lysol and hand sanitizer so it makes the clean up fast
Need more? :)
I hope tonight goes better. I've been there. Many times. And it is EXHAUSTING. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this! Let me know if I can do anything!
Poor Noah--and Noah's mummy!! Thinking of you. :( I'm sorry my life has taken a backseat to work lately. Ugh.
I am so sorry about poor little Noah and his poor little tummy. I just ache for both of you reading about it. I can only imagine how hard it is for a parent to watch their child suffer through such a miserable bug, knowing there is little they can do about it- just try their best to make their poor darling as comfortable as possible... I know you will all get through this ordeal, but it's pretty rough in the meantime. I hope it passes soon.
My sisters little girl is just a couple of weeks older than Noah. She has had that same flu bug and the same thing happened...she was really sick, then she was fine, then she was really sick again. As far as I know, the throwing up should stop, but the bad diapers continue for a couple of days.
It is so hard when your kid is sick. I remember staying up with Morgan when she was little. She always managed to get her fever up to 105 in the night; so hot to the touch. It is hard to watch them be sick and not really be able to do anything for them. But I promise it gets easier. When Morgan wouldn't bathe, I would fill up the sink with warm water and just sit her on the edge while I held her close. She would splash her feet in it and it would cheer her up a bit. Then, when she was distracted doing that, I would get a washcloth and wash her off. Hope that helps a little!
Poor Noah and poor mama. Those times hurt so bad. And if it makes you feel better, when Luke pukes (in our bed, since is is a co-sleeper), we will just toss towels over it and go back to sleep. Clean bedding doesn't come until morning. Hope he feels better soon, and that you don't get it.
Really, my heart is breakin over here. You are in my prayers & thoughts. Thanks for keeping us informed...of the good & bad.
Love you. Give nephew a kiss from Auntie Mary & tell him she loves him and knows he'll fell better soon.
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