Nicky’s First Puke-A-Thon (and a half step video)

I must warn the squeamish to scroll over this post and go to the end to watch the cute video. For the rest of you, here is the blow by blow of my son’s illness the past two days.

The evening started well enough. My father is in town. We went to go fetch DH from work and needed to wait. Nicky kept himself busy and had a lot of fun. He managed to get himself to the front of the car and play with the steering wheel. (He loves to drive). We had great fun getting the key in and out of the ignition. He unpacked my glove compartment. That thing needed clearing out anyway.

When he was tired of that we went outside and he crawled up and down all the stairs. He loves to do that.

My dad suggested going out for supper so off we went to the Spur. We often go there for breakfast and Nicky normally loves it. I guess going in the evening was not the best idea. I had to repeatedly take Nicky out of the restaurant because he was crying so much. We went to look at the lake and lights (at Brightwater Commons).

Two ways we used to distract him at the Spur: one was to let him play with my food (I ordered BBQ chicken breasts with chips and onion rings). Well, he had fun putting them in his mouth, chewing a bit and spitting them out – particularly the chips. The other method was to play with a glass that had juice in it with the straw. He is fascinated by straws.

After going in and out a million times, riding escalators, looking at water.. we had had enough. It was home time. Once we were home he was very happy to be back with his “wo-wo”‘s (the dogs).

I was determined not to go to bed early as the previous night as he was up at 4am that time and I had seriously lost a lot of sleep. So he went to bed with us at about 9:30 pm.

All was well.

Until 1am.

Nicky woke up. He puked.

Now, as a baby I was used to him throwing up as part of the feeding process. It was here and there. But he has not thrown up like that in a long time, so I knew something was wrong.

We sat there in confusion for a while. I was so surprised. Nicky was crying.

I scooped him up and went in search of clean clothes. His clothes and even his hair were full of it. I used a facecloth to clean his hair and decided we wouldn’t do the bath yet, since it was the middle of the night.

We tried to go to sleep with the boob but the puking continued. I went through five T-shirts. (Him and me. Often I would hold him and he would just puke down my back). We moved all over the bed to avoid the wet.

Eventually we found a nice spot where we both lay horizontal across the bed with our heads towards my DH. It was a nice warm place out of the way of the fan and Nicky finally fell asleep.

We woke again at 4am. I fed him and he puked again.

By 5am I decided to get up since the bed was so full of puke and DH was awake too. I also felt it was late enough now to wake up my mom (she is a doctor) and ask some advice. She told me to write everything down and keep track if more was going in than going out. If things did not improve we would have to see the pediatrician and get him to the hospital on a drip for dehydration. I was really hoping it would not come to this.

We fed again and he puked again.  I had a strong desire to get the sheets changed and Nicky all bathed and cleaned.  Sure enough once I managed to do this all I got him back to sleep by 7.

He woke up at 8 again. I could see he’d done a little puke. But he was in a better mood and was crawling around normally. I managed to get DH to distract him while I did breakfast. I wasn’t sure, however, if he would handle the eggs so I gave him a bit of banana. He threw most of it at the dogs and put one piece in his mouth.

Cue huge projectile puke. Most of it was caught in his bib and in the high chair tray. Off we went to change clothes again.

But Nicky was on the mend. He did not puke any more but he was clinging to me like a limpet. He was permanently attached to my boob. We did cluster feeds basically from 9 till 11 with some brief breaks. He then eventually went to sleep but it was not for long.

All I had time for was to take the one load off the line, put the duvet cover on the freshly cleaned duvet and hang up the second load. No time to make lunch! He was awake again.

He attached himself again to me. Everytime he cried I would just switch sides, hoping that shifting position (and boob: change supply) would help.

Eventually I wondered if he was getting enough to drink and I made him a sippy cup using boiled water from the kettle. I was paranoid about giving him any water that had been sitting around for a while.

This would also give me a break to make lunch and I put him next to DH with his sippy cup and he drank a little, but mostly enjoyed turning it upside down. Oh well, at least he was occupied.

I gave him a tiny piece of bread although I was very hesitant to give him any food after what had happened with the banana. He seemed in better spirits though and was with us on the bed bouncing around and playing with Coff-dog.

Eventually he was crawling around on the floor as per normal and I could have a chance to wash the dishes which had been accumulating since breakfast. He moaned on the floor a bit so I gave him his yoghurt. It was a bit early but he seemed keen and kept opening his mouth for more. He then went round the corner and when I found him he stood and gave me a big hug. We were happy.

However, I could smell something. The horrible thing that had been rumbling in his tummy had worked its way out of his system and into his nappy. Yay!

Nicky is normally unhappy to have his nappy changed but this time he actually laughed. (I had propped his head up against a bunch of other nappies and he was moving his head up and down against them).

All cleaned up with fresh clothes again, I attempted to put him to sleep at 3pm.

What do you know? It worked. He was out like a light. It is 5:30pm and he is still sleeping with only one wake up in between.

I thought all the puking was over. But I attempted to give him supper. He took one look and puked.

Then we went to bed.

12:30am he did two pukes. And then at 3am two watery poops. After that he seemed ok.

We are still debating whether to take him to the pead or not but I think he is on the mend. I mean, two pukes is a vast improvement on five, right?

 

After all this bad news, something to cheer you up. Nicky attempting to walk, holding onto me. My DH made the video:

 

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