So remember when I was all, “MY baby sits nicely in the cart and NEVER cries in ANY store and just LOVES to be patient when shopping!” and that ended, that DAY? Yeah, so a few days ago I said, “Camper has never puked. Like, really…ever. Spitting up, yeah, gagging and puking, yeah…but no virusy puking. Whoa.”
And that ended today.
He’s been out of it for awhile, but I just loaded him up with an amber necklace (I think it really helps!) Motrin when needed, and lots of resting in between playing. I thought it was his molars. He had a fever over a week ago, but nothing since.
So today I go to put him down for his nap, and he pukes down my shirt. Turns his head and vomits peanut butter and jelly with raisins down into the cups of my bra. Or at least that middle part and then it slid into the cups. (Niiiiiccccceeeee). Interestingly enough, my first thought was, “Man! I wanted to have some lunch soon!” and my second thought was, “Whoa, that caught all of that well. I wonder if I sew a bra cup onto one of his bibs…” And that’s how I knew I was fully initiated into motherhood.
When the puking didn’t stop, and when the pulling of the ears started, we went to the doctor. I called at 4pm and got an appointment for 4:30. It wasn’t with our regular doc, but it was with a great guy who didn’t even make me feel guilty about having my son seen for a viral infection 30 minutes before a holiday weekend. I KNOW you don’t do anything for viruses, but here’s the thing…ear infection? strep throat? long weekend? Yeah, someone’s with some EDUCATION has to look into this child’s facial cavities and make sure no meds are needed, thanks.
The only part of the visit where I was bugged was when I was distracting Camper with Cars on my iPhone, and the doc decided to be all, “Hey! Do you know how much television the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends for children under the age of two?” He made a circle with his fist. “0!”
And I answered, “When the American Academy of Pediatrics shows up to babysit while I cook dinner, I’ll be happy to acheive that ideal.”
Then I told him that it was an ideal, and pulled out the line that I told my Mom is the BEST THING to say to doctors when they guilt trip you about crap. “We’re just doing the best we can.”
BO-YA. I mean really, I carried a snotty, vomitous child around on my back in a highly fashionable mei tai carrier today for quite a lot of time. I think that’s enough, don’t you?
Tags: baby sickness, puke
Oh yeah – the famous sick-child/holiday weekend combination! I hope he’s feeling better soon!
I LOVE your response to the doctor. Mentally filing that one away for future use!
Have a great weekend!
I think children time these things. Seriously. I can’t tell you the number of visits I’ve made to urgent care over a holiday weekend with a feverish/vomiting/painful-eared child. Either that, or they wait until your day off or right before vacation. Oh, and excellent catch on the puking–bra cups, who knew how useful they REALLY are??
I’d have asked him how long the american academy of pediatrics says we should have to wait to be seen. :D
We’re all trying.
I’m kind of surprised he’d say that.