28 February 2009

projectile!

vomit.

all last night. poor ginny had a very sick tummy. I suspected she wasn't feeling well when she started to scream halfway through her favorite thing "yum yum in the tum tum" -- the rice cereal. I thought that was rather odd. her usual enthusiasm was replaced with dramatic tears, an arching back and a little spit-up. not good. the full-on vomit came around 9:30 pm. that horrible noise then splat then wahhhhhhh. b was home (for a change) and this made me happy. I had a team mate to help out with a sick child and all the additional laundry a la puke. but then the reality of the situation hit me. oh, and it hit hard. not only was I dealing with infant belly distress I had a horrific case of chronic manflu on my hands. b was tired.

I'm rundown and at the end of my rope here. I'm sorry but one individual cannot possibly do all things house related, food related, dog related, baby related, work AND stay sane. after the 3rd pajama change and 2nd sheet/mattress pad change I brought ginny into bed with us. she was still having dry heaves and I didn't want her on her back. I literally threw off the hideous head band (yes, filled with vomit) to give the poor child a break. I kept her upright and rocked her to sleep. I eventually put her back into her bed while I stayed up all night keeping an eye on her. I admit I was pretty nervous. every tiny sound that came from the crib sent me leaping out of bed a million miles an hour. she vomited a few more times. she puked, b slept. she dry heaved, b snored. she got up at 8 am. b slept until 10:45 am. until...

"it's not MY job to do absolutely EVERYTHING!" (remember, I'm rundown.)

I gently handed ginny to b while he was still snoozing away. she had already pooped and peed through 3 diapers and 2 outfits. it was only 10:30! she had on an undershirt, a top, socks and a big ass (literally) cloth diaper. I collected the remaining stinky puke items to do even more laundry. when I can up from the basement b was standing at the top of the stairs. "should she be wearing pants?"

"sure." I said

"where would I find them?"

ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.

to be continued

4 comments:

Fertilized said...

Poor ginny. Poor you.

I woke my husband up yesterday by screaming and yelling at him because he was sleeping (it was 11 am) and MT had been up/crying/teething since 5 am. He didn't hear any of it. I LOST MY SHIT!

How are they capable NOT to hear this? I am so sorry

Anonymous said...

I have twins and let me tell you - my hubby can be great. But when I ask him to do things and he asks me to explain it the entire way through, I wonder why I asked him in the first place.

Michele

KandiB said...

I don't think I could have kept it together as long as you! That's a LOT to deal with. Poor thing. I sure hope everybody starts to feel better around there.

Portia P said...

I so know where you're coming from.

Mr G gave Barney a bath yesterday for the first time. Barney is 4 months old and has had a bath most nights....

Wishing you all better. xx