Trials

X was sick all weekend, and though he was improving last night - his appetite returned, fever went away - he is still clearly not 100%. Since he couldn't go to the sitter today, being fewer than 24 hours throw-up and fever-free, I stayed home.

He has been miserable. Doesn't want to drink water, but also doesn't want to drink his bottle. Doesn't want to eat, but is clearly very hungry. I'm happy to say I managed to get a graham cracker and a container of pureed green beans into him, plus a couple of ounces of fluids. He has also been SCREAMING and crying, because he is obviously just so tired.

But, in between, there are moments of adorableness. After I swept up all of the food he threw onto the floor and put it in the garbage, he wanted to use the broom and help! When I decided to show him how to use crayons, he pulled them out of the box one by one, delighted at the different colors. And so, we now have X's very first work of art:

Sick

X was sick yesterday, with whatever this terrible summertime bug is, that's going around here.

The terrible part of it was that I had partied in the manner of a rock star on Saturday night (Excessive wine drinking coupled with watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World with my husband. Yeah, that's how I roll these days.). So, when I realized that he was really sick -- when he projectile vomited ALLLLLLL over me -- I was not in the best shape myself to be taking charge of the situation.

My husband and I alternated looking after X and taking naps. I drove to the pharmacy and bought baby electrolyte drink. X would NOT drink more than a couple of ounces. I was too scared to give him formula, but I was worried that he was going to get dehydrated. He just didn't want anything in his poor tummy, though.

He also had a fever, which climbed to 101.5 at its highest, thankfully not high enough to have to go to the pediatrician or urgent care on a Sunday. Poor baby was just burning up, though, most of the day.

And, the worst part of it was that he just obviously felt so crummy. He can't tell us what's wrong yet, so all he could do was cry and whine piteously. It broke my heart, and at one point I was crying with him.

Happily, he is doing much better today -- eating normally, still not crazy about taking a bottle. But, he is his usual cheerful self, and for that I am so grateful.