On Friday night, we were travelling home from a friend's house around 10pm and I remarked to the husband that I felt a bit queasy. Two hours later I was hugging the porcelain throne wishing that the next six hours wouldn't be as miserable as the last five minutes. I was wrong. Saturday morning came and I was feeling much better, despite the lack of sleep and stomach juices. I thought the worst was over. I was wrong. Again.
On Sunday night Little J puked big time. We thought it was because we had just introduced him to yogurt and his little tummy couldn't handle it. But then it just kept coming. He woke up in the middle of the night, nursed and then barfed. He then went promptly back to sleep and made me a bit jealous. This continued into Monday morning and it didn't show signs of stopping. I finally got over being grossed out by getting puked on. I was somewhat damp throughout most of the day, and I changed my clothes twice because of the volume of vomit. I gave Little J small amounts of PediaSure throughout the day, and he's feeling much better now, and has kept his dinner down.
|I spent 90% of my day like this. My butt's|
still a little numb from sitting that long, but
it was worth it.
I was ok with it.
Having a baby sleep on you is a beautiful experience. I made an effort to appreciate having him close because I know in a couple of years, he will loathe being cuddled. I may or may not have teared up a bit when he was sleeping on me.