I've now officially been inducted into motherhood. I've been spit up on many, MANY times since Hayley always burped up milk for what felt like forever when she was little. Last night though, she actually threw up on me. And the bed. And the floor. And George. And into her little pot that goes in her potty seat. And on the bed and me again two hours later.
I always wondered how I would handle it since seeing other people vomit always made me want to do the same, but like many a mother before me, it's different when it's my own baby.
She was so scared and I felt so badly for her. She had no idea what was going on and it took awhile for her to calm down. I don't think it's the flu because in between the two barf sessions, she was cheerful and playing and this morning she's been quite happy too. She was really warm last night but not quite at a fever level. I think she threw up because her nose was running (and running the wrong way) and the coughing made her gag. I'm pretty sure that it's just a bad cold.
I never understood the whole Tylenol Cold meds for infants - it says right on the bottle what the correct dosage is from newborn and up and yet all the doctors seem to say not to give it to them until they're 2 years old. Therefore there isn't much I can do for her. In the meantime I'm using the bulb syringe to suction out her nose regularly, keeping her warm but not too heavily dressed so she doesn't overheat, giving her half-and-half water and apple juice to keep her hydrated, and later I'll take a nice hot shower while she sits in the bathroom so she can get a lot of steam.
I hate that she's sick. She's mostly okay, in that she's still alert and active, but her cough is so loud (and since the cough is what triggered her throwing up last night, it scares her and makes her cry) and her nose is so blocked sometimes that she can't even nurse which upsets her. I've never heard such pitiful crying from her like I did last night and this morning and I want her to get better now.
I hope she's better by Christmas otherwise she's not going anywhere.
On this day (more or less):
2002: All my December 2002 entries are lost. :(
2001: Today I got up at the asscrack of dawn (okay, it was actually 7:30 in the morning) so that I could go into the studio with George.
2000: None.
1999: Ok, that might make us sound like the world's dullest (and most geriatric) couple,
