Sick, again.

My poor baby. I was actually excited b/c Sam hadn't been sick for awhile. He'd even been in the nursery quite often and was staying healthy. Yahoo! Anyway, last night during dinner, I thought he had just gagged on a piece of avacado and lost everything he had eaten: milk, cheese, yogurt w/ bluberries, etc. Also, Jason is renovating the fireplace, and there was some dry wall on the ground. I think Sam ate some. We were really good about vacuuming it up as we went, but I saw Sam talking and kind of crying, and he pointed to a few crumbles and to his mouth like he was trying to itch his tongue and kept asking for "wa-wa." So I gave him some and called poison control. They said it wasn't that big of a deal, that there was some calcium sulfate in it that could irritate the stomach, but just to keep an eye on him.

This morning he woke up SO thirsty...probably b/c he lost his whole dinner and was a little dehydated (even though he had a sopping wet diaper)...he grabbed MY water bottle, chugged water, we gave him a little water in a sippy cup, and he lost that all over. UGH.

I had a dr. appt. this morning that I was going to take him to, but I called my mom and she was able to come over and watch him. I just gave him spoonfuls of Pedialyte for awhile. He was crying, begging for wa-wa (water) and signing milk, but I stuck w/ the Pedialyte. When I got back from the appt., he was SO hungry. The pediatric website I read said NO solid food for 8 hours after vomiting, but I caved. I gave him some Saltines. Then some Cheerios. And a little popsicle. He fussed a little, but then went down for his regular nap. He woke up w/ a poopy diaper and kept crying and crying. I just changed him really fast and just held him and then he slept for another hour. Poor baby. He was perking up a little bit. After he woke up, he was signing "more please" for food, so I gave him 1 1/2 graham crackers and a little pedialyte and apple juice. He seemed to be doing fine. It had almost been 24 full hours since the vomiting started, and he hadn't gotten sick since 7:30 AM, so I gave him a half of a banana. Oops. He lost it all over me, himself, and daddy. Poor little guy. So we got him in the bath. If I held him, he called for Da-da, and vice versa. So Jason rocked him and I stroked his arm until he fell asleep. I didn't give him anything else, although he was sipping water in the bathtub b/c he was so thirsty. He doesn't seem to have a fever and he's still having wet diapers, so I'm not too concerned. I just hate when he's not himself, playing and running around like my crazy Sammy.

Anyway, it was actually nice to STOP. I didn't have to go anywhere, we're not going to Bible study in the morning, we don't have MOPS on Friday, etc. It's just nice to be able to be home w/ him and not rush anywhere and just care for him. I confess, it's tricky when I'm pushing 9 months pregnant, but it's okay. He's my baby and I just want him to feel better.

I think of people who REALLY have sick kids. Who are on tons of meds that are changing all of the time, who vomit consistently b/c of meds, allergies, major physical ailments...every morning when I get Sam out of bed, I am SO thankful. He hops around on all fours in his crib, showing me his blankie and his teddy bear, and smiling, and "runs away" from me in the crib. It is so sweet and I thank God for every day I get to spend with him. He is so strong and healthy, and I am beyond thankful.

Sometimes I think God is so gentle w/ me b/c He knows how much I can handle. Like throwing up all 3 times in the kitchen w/ wipe-able surfaces. Wow! That was a blessing. And Sam getting sick on my mom's ONLY day off where she could come watch him, Clorox the house down, and start some laundry? Another blessing. The fact that Sam still took his nap this afternoon so I could close my eyes too? Blessing. Thank you, Lord for being gentle with me. You are so good, even when life gets a little rocky. Please heal my baby boy and keep Jason and me healthy. And if that's not your will, give us peace, patience, wisdom, and healing to deal w/ whatever lies ahead. You are our Rock, Shield, Healer, and Protector. Thank you, Jesus!