I don't have any pictures to post in this blog because you really do not want to see any and as a Mom my first thoughts were not to grab a camera. We ventured out as a family to find a new bedroom set. Jason and I desperately needed one. We have been sharing a queen size bed with our son, and now our daughter. It just will not do any longer. We also needed more furniture in our room. I sorta felt like an out of place house guest in our bedroom with my clothes tucked wherever they could fit or in plastic tubs.
After a wonderful family fun filled day of shopping and dining out we took our very sleepy babies home. Kyle insisted in falling asleep in our room. I was a little concerned because the room still had a faint new paint smell to it, but he did not seem to mind. His bedroom became a storage center for "our stuff" so I set up his mattress on the floor (hoping he would stay in it all night and not jump back into our bed)and a few hours later went to bed myself.
At 9pm he suddenly let out a huge sound. It sounded like a strange cough. I jumped up in a panic thinking "OMG did he just "get sick"?" I looked at my innocent exhausted son and he was covered in sick. I panicked. I opened the windows more, took him out of the room. I am sensitive to smells, I was thinking my poor baby must be too. Then he got sick again and again. It is hard for a 21 month old to be sick. He didn't know what to do. I would try to "catch it" and he would move my pot out of the way. I can not tell you how many times we had to change and clean our sheets...or ran out of sheets, and we did everything to protect them. I have never seen anything like it. My poor baby boy was sick for days and then round 2...the "other end" that lasted over a week....and cost several pajamas and outfits.
There is NOTHING worse than being a parent and seeing your child uncomfortable or in pain. I did EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING I could think of to make him feel better. It tore my heart apart. Throw on top of that me catching his bug, and then Jason. It was a rough week!
On a positive note I learned a very helpful fact about my husband: he can handle the pukey pukey clean up waaaayy better than I can. So I guess that is one task I don't mind handing off to Daddy. I can tend to nurturing and he can tend to clean up. Not just because I would rather nurture anyway, but because he is just better at it =)