It literally hasn’t stopped this morning. One thing after another. I’m already sick, I don’t need this extra… stuff happening to me.
So I woke up today, feeling a little better. Let me recap – Thursday I went to Jackson with my Aunt to go to the Apple Store to get my phone looked at. Got my phone replaced and then we stopped at a flea market.
An Indoor/Outdoor flea market. I was walking around, found some AWESOME chairs for my living room, but started feeling really terrible. My throat started hurting on the way up.
Anyway – got home started feeling worse. Took my temp… 99. So I laid down. Normally, when you lay down and nap for a couple of hours, your temp decreases. Mine upon waking was 100.8. Not good.
So I took some tylenol and got up. Ended up going back to bed in a hour or so. Friday was better. Didn’t do much but lay around. Made myself some comfort food (chicken and dumplins… home made… mmm….). Its bad when you’re sick and you have to make your own sick food. Anyways… I did and just relaxed. Then last night the chills started again. I thought it would be over by now. Wes’ brother Paul got this last weekend and said his only lasted like a day and a half.
Anyway…. on to this morning. Lucy slept alright last night. For the first time ever I really let her cry it out. Why? How? How could I dare let her cry? Well.. for one.. I knew what kind of cry it was. It wasn’t real. There were no tears. It was wails of protest. I couldn’t keep rocking her, I was dizzy from the fever and I had already rocked her to sleep once. She fell back asleep within about 20 minutes.
I was doing good.. and then it hit me… The hot flashes. I ended up getting up around 10:30 because I couldn’t just lay there in that heat. I took a luke warm shower that didn’t help any. I went back to bed. Then, I realized I was starving because I had eaten “lunch” at like 3, and had no dinner, so I made me a bowl of cereal.
After the cereal, I was good. I fell asleep just fine. Woke up this morning at about 7 to a little girl who was hungry because she fell asleep the night before at about 7. Anyways, I got up, fed her and was about to lay her down (I wasn’t ready to get up yet)… and she popped open her little eyes and I knew a protest was coming. So, instead I just walked her into our bedroom and laid her down between us. Wes got up and while me and my sweet daughter were cuddling so well…
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She vomited. ALL OVER ME. White milky vomit. Literally, from the middle of my chest to the middle of my back, all over my left arm, and down to my waist. It was warm, then cold, then sticky. (Like those details huh? – Hey – no one said you had to read it.)
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So, I screamed for Wes. He came and got her to clean her up. I took my dripping shirt off and jumped in the shower. There was no wet washcloth that could have helped me. Ugh. So then, I’m clean, Lucy’s clean, the sheet are off the bed, all is getting better.
Wes is in the living room, Lucy is with him, watching him eat a pop tart, I’m sitting on our chaise, watching Lucy. Then I hear a sound. A velcro sound. And I look.
Lucy has taken her diaper off.
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Then she precedes to wave around her diaper liner that has a huge poop in it.
Yeah. Poop is being swirled around like a helicopter by my one year old. Luckily, those liners work well and no poop was slung on anything in my house… Until…
I grab Lucy up quick because I’m trying to keep her away from throwing poop on me, or my leather couches or my 40″ TV and Wes says, “There’s a chunk on her butt!” So, now, my sweet little one year old, drops the poop liner, and I grab her, trying to run into the back to clean her up, and she starts kicking her legs like she’s trying to swim.
All the little chunks of poop fell off.
Onto my floor.
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So basically, by 8 am, I had dealt with vomit and feces. Nice wake up call huh?
At least this kid is cute.