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01/13/2009: "Goodnight Dadd...BWAAAAApppp"

This vid is from back in September but I came across it today and it made me laugh so I thought I'd share.

We had gorgeous weather here this past weekend but didn't get to enjoy it. Dessa's got some sort of stomach bug and was feeling lousy. On Friday night just as I was putting her to bed she ralphed all over me. This was no mere baby spit up but a true and honest drenching. Gads. Dave came up to help me (he changed her while I changed me). After we were both less horrible I read another story to her, brushed her teeth again and brought her in to say goodnight to Daddy. Aaaaaand she ralphed all over me again. So much for my clean T-shirt.

The next morning was not pretty. Everything started exiting the other end and even her overnight diaper couldn't contain it. We popped her into a bath and again Daddy Dave cleaned up the god-awful mess. Then I made a wonderful rice pudding that she wouldn't touch for 2 days (I am a wonderful nurse). She was pretty subdued (for her) and watched a good deal of Sesame Street. By the time we put her down for a nap we thought we were in the clear.

Not. So. Much.

After 45 minutes or so of fussing, her tone changed. Out of the chatty thing she does when she's fighting sleep we heard, "Uh oh, Daddymommy!" (when she wants us both it's one word - Daddymommy. Or sometimes Mommydaddy). When we went up to check her out - well, let's just say we had to put her in the bath again. Gawd. One wonders how it was physically possible for diaper contents to wind up in her armpit but as God is my witness it did.

She's still not 100% so she's on a restricted diet (stuff like Pedialyte, applesauce, bananas, rice pudding, oatmeal... the occasional goldfish crackers because she lurves them... but otherwise very bland). I'm hoping this clears up soon because I do not exactly feel like the Mother of the Year when I feed her applesauce, rice pudding and strawberry yogurt for dinner but what can you do? She's not dehydrated and she's not starving.

After having been vomited on twice I'm counting that as a win for me. Before you ask, I've already tried chicken broth and she's having none of that. The Saltine crackers I handed her? She crushed in her hand and dropped to the floor with a mournful, "Oh no!" She did enjoy the 7-Up I gave her Friday night but I replaced it with Pedialyte (which she doesn't care for too much) because of all the sugar in 7-Up. Happily she has lots of energy and other than the ugly diapers she's fine. A little crankier than usual (who wouldn't be?) and she's sleeping hard but this too shall pass.

Get it? Pass? In my Very Exciting Blog Entry about the state of my child's bowels? Clever, no?

Alas, no.

Tune in tomorrow when God only knows what horrific topic I'll tackle. It's all excitement around here I'll tell you what!