El Niño has finally gotten sick with something worse than a bit of the sniffles. For the first time, he threw up last night. And today, the output came out the other end... luckily, we were standing in the bathroom when it happened. Ahhhh, the joys of potty training a sick toddler!
I've been wondering about this child for a while now. Every time I read another parent blog, there are tales of nightmarish puke-fests. His older brothers were both projectile-vomiters from day one. Yet with him, we haven't even had to deal with spit-up. It's a very odd thing, I've been waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. Hooray for the health benefits of breastmilk, right? And for Mo's Über-immune system, which he's apparently passed on to our child. Except that he's the one who brought the ick home this time.
And that's all she wrote... after 48 hours of little sleep and round-the-clock breastfeeding and holding (thank God I discovered baby carriers!) of a miserable sick baby, I'm beginning to feel like a sickie too.