Two words to describe this last weekend:
NO BUENO!
For you English speakers out there, that translates to:
NOT GOOD!
Allow me elaborate....
On Thursday morning, I received a call from Sage's daycare. Sage was not feeling well. By the time I picked him up, he had vomited 3 times. As the day progressed, he continued to vomit, getting both our couches, the carpet, and his mother several times. Good aim, kid! As nighttime arrived, the diarrhea set in.
On Friday, it was Matt's turn to stay home with Sage. The vomiting had stopped, but the diarrhea lingered behind. In general, we assumed the worst was over...
We were wrong.
Late on Friday night, Matt and I became VIOLENTLY ill. We were hit HARD, with all the same lovely symptoms as Sage.
As Matt and I battled extreme nausea, a quick fierce storm passed over the city. Temperatures dropped from 90 to 65 degrees in just minutes. Very high winds and hail sent us to the basement. When we returned to the main level, we were stunned to find our giant Blue Spruce had fallen over. This was one of the last mature trees standing in our backyard. It's quite a tragedy to lose it. We now have much less privacy in the yard, and about $1200 less in the bank.
But I digress....
Saturday morning finally arrived. After hours of "cleansing" (to put it nicely), Matt and I were incredibly weak. We had no appetite and we had no energy. The sickest we had felt in years. Taking a shower felt like running a marathon. We could barely muster the energy to do it. We spent the ENTIRE day on the floor of the living room, lounging in a pool of blankets and pillows watching nonstop television. We were hurting bad! Sage moaned and groaned right along with us. Our poor family! Our main goal was to keep everyone hydrated. And we barely managed to do that. I called the doctor twice concerned that Sage was dehydrated. I don't know how Matt and I took care of the baby that day. Changing a diaper seemed like the most daunting task. We would think about it and talk about it for an hour, before finally working our way to the changing table. We wanted to fly our mommies in to take care of us! We barely survived!
On Sunday we began to see improvement. But we still opted not to leave the house. Our weekend adventures were cancelled. We were forced to find other ways to entertain ourselves, as you will see below.
Orally exploring kitchen gadgets.
Counting q-tips.
Chewing spoons.
Smoking spoons.
Eating straws.
Wearing superhero headgear.
Compliments of a Sonic kids meal.
(Food for mom, toy for Sage.)
Doing dishes.
Sage is obsessed with the dishwasher. Has been for awhile. Any time it is open, he is pulling dishes from it, dirty or clean doesn't matter. I took my eyes off him for one second the other day and he managed to break a plate.
And finally.....cat wrestling.
One of his absolute favorite pastimes! Sage chases our cats all around the house. The slower one (Nico) gets pinned, squeezed, and kissed. Sagey just loves so much, he doesn't know his own strength!
We decided to get some fresh air on Sunday. We all needed it! Even for just a couple brief minutes.
Pouty face.
Standing up all on his own!!!
He is doing this more and more. He can stand unsupported for nearly 10 seconds at a time. It's so cool! That first step is coming soon.
Such a lovely weekend. (Sarcasm.)
And on Monday, we were all back to work. As if nothing had happened.
Pictured below is a glimpse of what a weekday morning looks like in my house. Each morning, I run around packing all the necessities for the day.
All these items are just for Sage. From left to right is:
Empty bottles for pumping
Pump parts
Sippy cup for water
Bottles with breastmilk
Breakfast: banana chunk
Lunch: cherries, blueberries, beans, cheese
Snack: toddler cookies
What you don't see pictured here are the 13 other bags and boxes I'm hauling out the door. Items such as my purse, the diaper bag, nursing cover, pump, my own packed lunch, spare diapers, etc. I literally look like I'm going on a week vacation every single morning I head to the car. Matt grabs the baby and car seat for me, because I just don't have any other hands. It's an exhausting routine. And we do it five days a week, every week, with no end in sight.
At least we have a holiday smack in the middle of this week! We deserve a good day off, after the weekend fiasco!
