who knew just a few short hours after this picture was taken, we’d be on the side of the road surrounded by pools of lovely diarrhea?
we certainly didn’t.
ok. let me backtrack a bit. on thursday afternoon, tripper came home from work a bit early feeling not at all well. he had been nauseous all day and was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. my parents were over, so we sent him straight to bed. we literally had less than a minute of interraction with him. my parents even picked up the boys from school so he could stay sleeping.
i did the nighttime routine alone because i didn’t want him giving whatever he had to the boys. i bathed them, played silly games, read them stories, tucked them in, checked on tripper, went downstairs, walked ed and then spent two hours making paper pompoms for a friend. i got up from the table—and the first wave hit me. it was 11 o’clock at night. i decided to sleep in the guest room so as not to disturb tripper (and by not disturbing tripper, i mean i didn’t want to breathe in his germs—sorry, babe!). but i guess it was too late. at 3 o’clock in the morning i was hugging the toilet. at 5 o’clock in the morning i was at the toilet again. at 6 o’clock in the morning i was so grateful to hear tripper, who was feeling a little bit better, taking care of the boys. i could not move.
i spent the entire day in bed or at the toilet just waiting for the phone to ring telling me to come get the boys from school. it never rang. and when the boys got home, tripper did the whole evening routine by himself while i listened from the bed.
when i woke up this morning, i felt much better. good enough to try to eat. we went for bagels and took the boys to the park. the bagel was good. and it stayed down. success! and neither of the boys was acting at all sick. high fives all around! we left the park to run some errands and on the way back max announced, “i made a poopy!” tripper glanced in the rearview and told him we’d be home in 10 minutes, to which max answered, “no! i made a big poopy!” so i turned around to see my little baby with a look of horror on his face as he stretched out his drippy, poopy hand to me. eeewwww.
you guys, i have never seen so much $H!t. it literally was like someone dumped an entire bowl of condensed soup in his carseat. oh. my. god.
we pulled off the road into the parking lot of a package store. nice. and we stripped our son completely naked standing up in the trunk of the minivan. we used an entire box of wipes to clean off his back, his butt, his legs, his hands and the carseat. it was everywhere. he rode home buckled into that stinky seat on top of a blanket in a clean diaper and the little boo started to sing (bless his heart). thank goodness we weren’t far from home.
since then we’ve been through about a dozen more diapers—none as bad as the first. things seem to be slowing down (knock on wood) and alex to this point has stayed strong. we have all been on the brat diet (bananas, rice, apples and toast) just in case.
i so hope this one just passes alex by. please let it pass him by. we are supposed to be going to a birthday party tomorrow (the one the pompoms were for), but i’m not sure it’s a good idea. anyone know the rules? i guess we’ll just play it by rear. ha.