Things are kind of tentative around here. Liam has his first gastro thing happening, and is now living on toast, a bit of juice, and Pedialyte. He’s cheerful and playful during the day, although with a low appetite and he’s operating at a less breakneck speed than usual. He’s sleeping a bit more (I could get very used to this part!), and does that throwing up thing once or twice at night, although he has no temperature. We’ve done more laundry in the past day than we’ve done in the past two weeks. He’s so good: once he’s been sick he just wants to sit in someone’s lap and lean his head against their shoulder, while the other parent changes sheets or washes his bunny or finds new pyjamas. If he’s awake enough he even wants to play a bit, or coo softly to us while he cuddles, or read a book until he drops off to sleep again.
It will be over soon. In the meantime, there’s lots of love going around.
Give him a hug from me.
I will; and I’m sure he’d hug you back, since it sounds like you’re fighting teh sick too.
Oh, the first gastro is so sad. I remember when Ben had his first upset tummy. He had just eaten a bowl of delicious peaches for lunch, and then, a short while later, was staring at all the peaches in his crib with the look of utmost confusion and betrayal on his face.
“But…they were so yummy!” his expression seemed to say. “Don’t they like me anymore?”
Get well soon, Liam!
[…]and then, a short while later, was staring at all the peaches in his crib with the look of utmost confusion and betrayal on his face.
Yes, that’s it exactly. The first time, Liam gave everything a slightly bewildered look as if to say, ‘But I eat pasta and drink milk all the time and this doesn’t happen’.
It’s interesting to watch him curtail what he eats and drinks of his own accord. He wants to eat nothing but a bit of toast or a cracker here and there, and drink nothing but water and a bit of diluted juice. (We haven’t told him we’re adding the Pedialyte to his juice, despite the warning to not dilute the stuff; he won’t drink it straight, and I can’t blame him because it tastes dreadful.) HRH got him to have a few spoonfuls of applesauce this evening, and so far it’s stayed down too.
I know I’m really sick when the Gastrolyte *doesn’t* taste dreadful.
That would certainly be a good indicator of the degree of ill, yes. Ew.