Showing posts with label Sick babies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick babies. Show all posts

Jul 15, 2011

How to Survive Stomach Bugs with Babies

For some reason, our home has been blessed/cursed with a fair amount of stomach bugs, intestinal issues, and anything else that induces copious amounts of unspeakable bodily fluids.

Issues of this nature are not fun when you are an adult because you're weak, tired, have to stay near the bathroom, eat only saltine crackers, and drink gatorade...but at least when you are older, most of the time, you can aim appropriately into toilets or bags or whatever to prevent your house from looking like a turned over porta-potty.

Little kids have no such aim or control or ability to determine what exactly nausea means to them and the world around them. And sometimes it means your little girl's room looks like something their dad did to a Kroger bathroom 10 years ago. (It's a good story involving 10 filled plates from an all you can eat buffet, a teenage boy and an unsuspecting public restroom.) 3:00AM just a few nights ago we heard a little cough. a tiny one. It never occurred to me what that cough was signaling. Mayhem of the stomach bug variety. One kind all over the crib and the blankets. And one kind all over the toddler bed and the pillows. And of course all over the tiny human girls. And then all over the large human father.

I escaped in some respects, only to be plagued by the disease later in the day which began at 3:00AM as the children never really got back to sleep. Partly because someone pooped on their blanket-which they cannot possibly close one single eye without and partly because someone couldn't stop vomiting.

Sweet goodness. It was weird though because even though it was mostly gross, the only part I really remember was looking at my husband at like 4AM in the bathroom with the two little girls and we both smiled at each other. Like a "this kind of sucks, but it's nice to see each other sacrificing for our little loves" kinda look.

Survival tips
1. towels are your friend. on the floor, in the bed, wherever people might spew.
2. Sacrifice yourself and your clothes. I learned this with a projectile vomiting infant. Let them throw up on you rather than your home. This way you just wash your clothes and don't have to go play hide and go seek with crusty bile.
3. Movies-TV-anything to keep them in one location. Reinforce that running while vomiting is discouraged at your home.
4. Watch your children while they are sleeping. They are so helpless and sweet and they need their mommies and daddies.
5. Do everything that your parents did for you when you were sick, then do it just a little bit better. You'll feel so legit. Back rubbing, saltine cracker giving, chicken soup making. See what a good parent you are?
6. Read some books together. It will make your kids geniuses. And think of what you could learn too from all those children's books.
7. While popsicles and watermelon are excellent sources of water and may be an enticing way to fill your babies with liquid, hold off unless you are desperate, outside, or in a bathtub. Haven't you cleaned up enough sticky liquid off your floor and children. Haven't you had enough yet? If not feed these two things to your kids like I did.
8. Go the heck outside. It's for everyone's health. And if they get sick outside...that's what hoses are for.
9. Hold them close if they'll let you. If you have wild children, this is a great opportunity to capitalize on their listlessness. Who knows when you can hold your little baby for that long again, soon they won't be babies anymore. tear.
10. They will probably be better soon. Keep telling yourself that. Imagine yourself in the near future, belly laughing at your present self and the mess that you are covered in. Isn't it hilarious in the future?

Nov 10, 2010

Potty Mouth

This post may be disturbing if you have a weak stomach and or do not like to hear about bodily fluids in inappropriate places.

The first place is my mouth. Gianna threw up in my mouth. It's happened to me before but it is always an exciting occasion. I was holding her above my face cheerfully as she smiled and giggled. She was playing me. She made me laugh and then, WHAM, mouth full of vomit. yum.

Then we have Davy...taking her diaper off, full of #2, and then carrying it and transferring herself to the potty, where her little dirty behind sullied anything in its path. Like all over the toilet and her mini toilet seat. Then today she ran outside with her pants on and started to shed them feverishly announcing she was going to "Poop outside!"  I have no idea where this idea could have possibily entered her tiny mind except for dog watching out the window.  I will have to cross that hobby off our list of daily fun activities. She managed to get her pants off on the driveway in an angry flash and then had her diaper halfway off before I one arm grabbed her little midsection and made my way back inside one baby in each arm.

I hope she learns to put that crap in the potty. Where it belongs. Seriously. She loves the sitting and the wiping and the flushing, but she is lacking in the actual doing of the deed in the place it needs to be done.

Then there is Gianna again, with the throw up on me and the door, and the cabinet, and the floor, and the door mat that I am now donating to the garbage scavengers who frequent Madeira.

On a happy note. Gianna and I have had tons of quality bonding time lately as she has had the stomach bug. It's like our last special time of her as a little baby. Normally she doesn't really want to be held anymore and she has never been much of a snuggler so this has been a nice little treat. Albeit a treat with throw up in my mouth, but a treat nonetheless.

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