Thursday, April 17, 2008

If it wasn't for bad luck....

So within minutes of hitting the publish button on my previous entry after calling my husband, of course (he was remarkably restrained in his comments) the phone rings. It is the daycare. Bear is throwing up they say. No, I don't have to come get him yet they just want to give me a heads up. Well at that point it was 1:30 and I figure he will probably continue to be sick knowing how his previous illnesses have gone. I call my Mom who lives 2 hours away and explain that we may need to do a baby exchange because I have to go to work tomorrow and my darling husband won't be coming home tonight due to work.

She explains she can meet me half way but only after 10 p.m because she has an obligation until 9 and then will have to drive the hour to meet me. 30 minutes later the daycare calls back and explains Bear is still throwing up, can I please come get him? I finish up with the lady I am training and call my Mom to explain that I will just drive all the way to her house tonight so I can get Bear there at a more reasonable time and then I will leave when she gets home. I get to the daycare and explain my situation; husband out of town, mother 2 hours away, can't miss work, etc. They take pity on me and tell me that if he isn't sick in the morning and not running a fever he can come back tomorrow. Great! I call my Mom to tell her not to worry that I won't be coming after all. Then I call my husband to fill him in on the situation. While on the phone with my husband Bear throws up all over himself and the car seat. He and the car seat are soaked with what can only be described as something akin to spoiled cottage cheese. Luckily we are only about 5 minutes from home. I pull in, scoop Bear out of the seat, strip him and toss him in the tub.

I can tell he is feeling bad because he just sits there and looks pitiful. No splashing or playing with the bath toys. I get him all scrubbed down and into a fresh diaper. I laid a towel down on his bed and give him a bottle of water and some Ibuprofen because at that point he is burning up. I got the car seat scrubbed down and changed out of my nasty work clothes that got covered when I got Bear out of the car.

As of now he is sleeping peacefully and seems to be cooling down some. Lets hope tomorrow goes better. Please pray for the fever to break and the stomach bug to pass at least until I can get through the day tomorrow.

5 comments:

mommamia said...

Hope he feels better tomorrow with no fever.

LL said...

Aw, poor little bear (and you!). I hope he's feeling better by the morning!

stacey said...

bless his heart, and yours too! you know these things always happen at the most inconvienent times!

i bet he will be a much healthier child soon! ;)

Erin said...

Poor little guy. :( Knock on wood, Sean's only been really sick once. A benefit of his not being in daycare. Where are we at on the count down now? How much longer do you have at work? I think we should have a blog party on your first day home. :)

Marmarbug said...

Ugh! That STINKS! I hope the baby feels better soon. I hate the pukes.
And sorry about your warning, you pulled your top down a little didn't ya?