This blog started out as a way to cope with our sweet little babe who cried waayyy to much. Our little babe is now two years old.. she's in a much happier place (most days).. and so are we. I can't bring myself to change the name. But this blog is less about the colic.. and more about our lives.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Bodily Fluids
So.. being a mom of three (and one child with colic, let us not forget!) is demanding to say the least. But when you add barf and diarrhea into the mix, things get really interesting. We currently have the stomach flu going through our house. It started with my sweet little niece Maggie last week (she's two and I watch her in the morning). As she was throwing up all over our leather couch and carpet, Fussy Pants starts screaming and then the oven timer went off signifying our pizza was ready. You have got to be kidding me. Somehow I simultaneously carried Maggie outside to continue barfing (not sure why I didn't go to the bathroom), flung the pizza out of the oven (it was cooked perfectly, thank you) and sprinted up the stairs to turn on the white noise CD (aka chainsaw) for Presley. That was only the beginning. About two days ago, my two year old son Brooks got it. Just as I'm going to bed thinking to myself, 'I've lived through another day', the poor guy wakes up vomiting. So, what's a mom to do. Of course I have to comfort him during his time of need.. he's scared to death, crying my name and puking all at the same time. I put a towel down on the train table in his room and while I was holding him I was literally doing a back bend so he could puke over my shoulder and onto the train table (again, not quite sure why I didn't rush to the bathroom). Yesterday, Piper (my nearly four year old) sees a ginger snap cookie on the table. It was a cookie that Brooks had licked only moments before and decided he did not want. Unbeknown to her (she saw a cookie and went for it), she took a bite. Unfortunately, I did not see this go down until she was almost done with it. I knew that contaminated cookie would claim yet another child in my house. Sure enough, this morning, Piper starts throwing up all over her bed, her stuffed animals... you get the picture. I pray, pray, pray that little Presley does not get it. Poor thing. That's the last thing she needs. It's the last thing we all need. Bodily fluids are so gross.
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My dear amiga Juana . . . I continue to be amazed at your talents. I must point out that you forgot to mention that as you were doing a backbend, holding Brooks while he barfed on the train table (huh?), you were using the other hand to type this blog! Jamie Borgman = #1 MOM! Your bud, Ashley
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