Last Friday we went out to dinner with my fam at Texas Roadhouse and Damon was his usual crazy self. We came home and he really did not want to go to bed, which is unfortunately not that unusual lately. Mike finally got him to sleep and then Mike said he wasn't feeling well. I assumed it was because he ate so dang much at Texas Roadhouse. He started throwing up but I didn't really think anything of it. Then as I was literally pulling the sheets back to go to bed, Damon did this weird cough/gurgle thing and then started whimpering. I considered just climbing into bed and letting him go back to sleep but it sounded strange so I went in to check on him. I walked in and he was crying and reaching for me saying "mom", so I picked him up. As soon as I did I realized he had thrown up. Everywhere. And it was now all over me. Lovely. I took him to the bathroom to clean him up but he was hysterical and wouldn't let go of me so I could. I think he was probably just scared because this was the first time he has ever thrown up besides baby spit up.
We had to get Mike up to come calm him down so I could clean him up. Then he snuggled in next to Mike and I thought went to sleep. Then I had to take off all his bedding and throw it in the washer and clean up the sides of his crib and carpet. At this point I was feeling pretty nasty so I jumped in the shower. I get out to Mike saying "Whit he threw up again". UGH. I don't know what I expected but I guess I just hoped it would be a one time thing. And of course it was just enough to have to wash those sheets and blankets too. Seriously, what do you even do with a child who isn't old enough to understand what's happening so they can go to the bathroom or use a bucket? So we got a towel and camped on the couch for the night. Watched Frozen til about 1:30 when he finally fell asleep. At this point there wasn't much left in him but the poor thing kept waking up throughout the night to go for another round. I also got the wonderful opportunity of listening to Mike get up throughout the night for the same thing. Poor boys.
At about 6:30 am I wake up to Damon bright eyed and bushy tailed in my face saying "mom, mom" and just wanting to watch Frozen again. As soon as it started he was jumping around and dancing to the music. He sure got over it fast!! And I'm thinking 'if you feel better why the heck aren't we sleeping?!' But hey if its no longer puke, I'll take it.
So Saturday was spent with us quarantined in the house while Mike and Damon recovered (mostly Mike. Damon was fine after that), and I coroxed and cleaned everything. And I mean EVERYTHING! Wishful thinking to think I wouldn't get it after cleaning up puke and spending the night with Damon, but hey a girl can dream. Sure enough, Saturday night it was my turn. Being sick sucks. Being pregnant and sick is utterly miserable. Luckily my mom and dad came and took Damon for the day so I didn't have to worry about him and I could just wallow in self pity. Which is pretty much what I did. By Monday all was right with the world and back to normal, but man was it a crappy weekend. Saturday was the first day of summer-the longest day of the year. I agree, but for different reasons!
Now for more of my random thoughts: Damon is starting to talk a lot more. In his own language that is. I realized today that I better keep track of some of the funny things he says so I will remember.
water or really any kind of liquid = awa (almost like Spanish agua)
bike = bap
candy = nanee
please- My favorite, but possibly the hardest one to explain = kind of a cross between t-thhhh and tsss.... he kinda just sticks out his tongue and blows air out.....
ipad = bubo (there is a bubble game he likes to play so he thinks that is what it is called)
wagon = aahheee
bye = DIE
cow = dow
monkey = duhdeee
That's all I can think of for now..... Plus Damon is currently screaming for me from his crib. Seriously this kid slept through the night almost from day one but now he is suddenly in this phase where he won't go to bed. On the nights we are lucky enough that he does go to bed, he will only sleep about half the night before he is up screaming for us and wanting to get in bed with us. And I cant really just let him cry because the downstairs neighbor has 2 kids in the room right below him and I'm afraid he will wake them up. I have no idea what to do.....HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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