Blek!

I was nursing Isaac this evening, and I looked down and noticed that his face was flushed and his eyes were watering. Must have been that salsa I ate earlier. After I finished feeding him, I decided to give his some gripe water to help ward off tummy pain. So, I laid him on the changing table, and slowly fed it to him through a little baby syringe. He seemed to like it as he smacked it around in his mouth and swallowed it drop by drop. Then, he started to cough. I quickly stood him up and, voilà! Projectile vomit! Hurray! I scooted him farther up on the changing table so he wouldn’t get baby barf all over his pajamas. He was all smiles, but I thought to myself, “It may have been the spicy milk, or maybe he didn’t tolerate the gripe water? But there is a chance that this child is sick”. So, I got out the rectal thermometer and took the boy’s temperature. Fortunately, it was normal. Unfortunately, the thermometer acted as an enema of sorts. Now I had poop and barf all over the place. He was still all smiles and coos (which made it impossible for me to be upset). So, I sang to him, cleaned him up, and put him in new pair of jammies. I wrapped him up and kissed him goodnight. Then I proceeded to disinfect and launder. My favorite! Yes, it was gross. But all things considered, I’ll take the mess if I can keep him. I love you, Isaac.