Yesterday

I had all kinds of big plans for yesterday.  Wednesday was wonderful.  Just me and Max spending some one on one mama baby bonding (and napping!) time together. It was downright relaxing.  I was excited to get my big boy back though, even though he's a handful, my days just don't feel right when he's not around.  I had big plans.  I'd swap kids with my mom and take Alex to the gym.  I'd work out, then we'd go to the park before picking Max up.  Then I'd take him to McDonald's for a Star Wars Happy Meal and he could play in the play place.  Then we'd come home, watch a movie, play cars... It would be a great day!

Well, it was not to be.  At 2AM Thursday morning I started feeling nauseous.  The baby happened to be awake, so I nursed him, and immediately felt like I had throw up.  Like now!  I put the baby down and ran to the bathroom and proceeded to puke my guts out.  I continued to throw up every 10 minutes or so until 5 o'clock in the evening.  Needless to say, Alex and I didn't get our fun day.

My mom came over with Alex in the morning and tried to watch both the boys for me while I tried to sleep, but between puking and Max refusing to take a bottle, it didn't really work out well.  I was also concerned about Alex catching my stomach bug, so eventually I sent Alex back to my mom's and I kept Max because he was very angry at just the sight of a bottle.  I figured I'd do better to just keep him and nurse him.  The problem was, not just that I was sick, but since I was throwing up so much I was dehydrated and it was really affecting my milk supply, so the baby was angry with me most of the night.  Even though he wasn't getting much milk from me, the little stinker STILL wouldn't take a bottle.  I don't get that at all because he takes bottles from John all the time.

By evening I'd stopped throwing up and the problem had migrated south, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.  It still sucked, but was definately preferable to throwing up all night.  Max and I watched the DNC, John called to tell us goodnight, and Max and I went to bed.  By Max's 2AM feeding this morning I was feeling much better.  We finally got out of bed around 7AM, I ate an omlette and I feel 100% again. 

Alex just called from my mom's house and said "Hi Mommy!  I'm packing my suitcase!"  He was ready to come home.  I'm expecting him any minute.  I'm not sure I'm up for a "super fun day" yet, but I'll be glad to get my big boy hug this morning anyway.  We'll find something to do.  Maybe I'll strip him naked and let him play with paint outside.  We'll see.  I'm just glad this stomach bug is gone, and hopeful the boys don't catch it!