6 was the number of times he threw-up this morning.
2 loads of soiled towels, p.j.s, and blankets; washed and dried
3 crackers and a half a piece of buttered bread is all he has eaten in 24 hours
1 trip to the Doctor’s office only to hear- “drink lots of fluids and rest”
2 bubble baths- the first for the smell, and the second for relaxing
1entire day turned on it’s head.
… hopefully Baby Boy will escape without any tummy troubles. As a mother, it seems I spend a good amount of time second guessing myself, or not figuring things out until it’s too late. Whenever he gets sick I always think that I should have seen it coming.
I remember the first time my oldest got sick after Baby Boy was born. I was sitting on the couch with a sick child in one hand and a crying infant in the other. I called my husband at work and insisted that he come home. I informed him (in a not-so calm voice) that I simply could not handle a sick child, and a newborn all by myself. He very kindly and tackfully assured me that I was a very capable woman who would be just fine and then promised to be home as soon as he could. It’s funny now… kind of!