End of the Streak

It was a great streak, it really was. Luke had never gotten really sick. One day last August I had to stay home with him but he was better the next day.

It ended on Monday when he refused all food and juice, took a few sips of milk, and vomited all over his high chair tray. He vomited once more in the morning - getting rid of every last bit of milk, and was the weakest, saddest little baby you ever saw for the rest of the morning.

I talked to the doctor and they advised me of proper hydration procedures "an ounce of pedialyte every 15 minutes for an hour" and then I found out that they're full of crap because I could hardly get fluids in him. He napped and woke up at 1. He was hungry! Yay! So he had crackers and water and even mustered up a smile for me once.

Then he threw up everything he had taken in about 2 or so. Back to square one.

Tuesday was one of my hardest days as a mother, because I had to come to work, and Esposo stayed home. I called him hourly. Or more than hourly. By yesterday afternoon when I got home, Luke gave me a smile and was eating animal crackers. I got him to eat a little chicken last night.

This morning he was still weak, but he's eaten 10-12 animal crackers apparently and chugged a good amount of pedialyte/water mix.

It's been a stressful few days. I've dropped a lot of things - like management of the moms group and work meetings. The house is a mess and we're having a party of Saturday. But mostly my mind has been consumed with LUKE IS SICK in neon, flashing, 80 foot high letters in my head. It obscured everything else, from what anyone I knew was doing to what I needed to do (return library books, cash checks, bring money to work for lunch). I'm coming out of that now, bleary eyed and confused.