Sorry for the delay in writing. Life has been hectic. We’re already into the second quarter of 2017. Time has really flown by. I’m exhausted.
Munch was sick on Monday morning. My week started off with a nasty smelling bang. He had a stomach virus. I thought it was strep again. Ugh!
Monday was a scheduled day off for me. I had 3 doctor’s appointments and a nail appointment. Combo sick day so I could accomplish all that I needed to get done. One day off. Handle my own health.
But, life has a way of stopping you in your tracks. Munch comes to me after sitting at the table not eating breakfast. He said “My tummy hurts.” Not one to play with his health, I went through the myriad of questions “Did you eat?” “Do you have to go stinky?” “Where does it hurt?” He answered.
“Baby, I have to go to the doctor’s today. I have 3 appointments. It’s class picture day. You can’t stay home today.”
Excuses. I gave him excuses for his health concerns as I rattled off my schedule. I was too busy to take off.
Two minutes later he was in the bathroom vomiting. Painful and forceful as tears rolled down his face. Last night’s dinner.
No breakfast. He hadn’t eaten anything on his plate. I rubbed his back and began to console him. Three more rounds of gut wrenching and painful vomiting. He was in pain.
I sat worrying about my baby and waiting until the doctor’s office opened to cancel my appointments. My baby was sick. I put him to bed. Rest. He needed rest.
I began to cancel my appointments and heard the sound of footsteps back and forth to the bathroom. Gross. He vomited 12 times before I remembered that I had prescription medication to stop vomiting and nausea.
I gave him a pill. “Let it dissolve on your tongue. Rest baby.” He laid down for an hour. I told Mr. C about the medication and that Munch was finally resting. He informed me that I should take him to the doctor’s instead of just giving him medication.
I laughed. I know what I’m doing. Munch entered my room. Red spots on his face. I began thinking he had something more serious than a bug. Maybe strep or scarlet fever again.
“We need to go to urgent care. I need you to see the doctor. Put your socks and shoes on. Stay in your pajamas.” We left the house and headed to PM Pediatrics.
Urgent care tested him for strep. I told them that I gave him the anti-nausea and vomiting medication. Do you remember the mg? they asked “Yep, 4mg” I replied smugly. “Good move mom for thinking of that.”
I smiled. I was adjusting to this motherhood thing and trying to heal my son. LOL. Well, at least figure it out on my own. I was growing.