Colin was violently ill for the first time ever tonight and I am still recovering from it myself. He had been acting strangely all afternoon, turning down his milk, waking up screaming after a 20 minute nap and then turning around and napping until 5pm. He was not feverish, but not himself at all. At dinner, he just sat in his high chair and looked at his food. He would not even touch it, much less eat a bite. I was thinking about how strange that was when all of a sudden the poor little guy just started throwing up. It is mind blowing how very much can come out of such a little person. I pulled him out of the chair and ran him into the bathtub where I stripped him down and started cleaning him up. Jer is out of town this week for work, so I had to take care of it on my own. He was rather pale, but seemed to perk up a bit and even smile after I got him clean. I put his pj's on and then had to lock him in the back of the house so that I could clean up the chair and floor. Once I got the mess taken care of, I took Colin back into the living room and we sat on the couch reading books and relaxing. I waited almost two hours and he has not thrown up again, so I went ahead and put him to bed. I can tell this will be a night that I sleep with one eye open hoping that he does not get sick again. It breaks my heart to see him sick like that! I hope he just ate something that did not agree with him, but we shall see.
I immediately thought of my mother tonight as I was covered in vomit. :-) I remember being sick when I was little and my mama being right there to hold my hair and change my sheets and wipe my face with a cool cloth. She always made everything better and never gave a second thought to how gross things were. I vaguely recall one night where she must have emptied a trash can several times before I moved to just lay on the bathroom floor. She sat there with me all night bathing my face in cool water. Tonight I feel like I got my first chance to take after her and give back what she gave to me. I was reminded that nothing (even really icky things) fazes a mama taking care of her baby when he needs her.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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