Vomit, Part II

Published on April 24th, 2007 - 10:31 am - by Megan | Add a comment below

Category: Rants

Right now I am convinced that God hates me. After Xavier’s stunning show of gastrointestinal-pyrotechnics, I was pretty sure that the night couldn’t get any worse.

It did.

After we got cleaned up, put Xavier back to bed, and were laying quietly in ours, I prayed that God would take care of my sweet little guy, that somehow, he’d miraculously feel better and sleep the rest of the way through the night.

No such luck.

Around one-ish, Xavier was understandably hungry. (Afterall, it looked like he thew up everything he’d eaten in the past week.)  So, I started to give him a bottle. It went really, really well.

Until my peaceful, quiet baby again turned into Krakatoa. Again, he and his PJs were covered in vomit.  (This time is was purple, like his pedialyte.)  Again, I was covered in vomit-my hair got it way worse in the second blast. Again, the floor (this time his) was covered. …And again, Xavier started to cry uncontrollably.

We were up until 3:47.

Then Josh got up around 5:00 to go to work. At 5:53, Xavier woke up, crying, wanting to be held, unable to eat or drink and only now (9:28) has literally passed out on the living room floor.

Needless to say, I’ve called his doctor’s office. They’re supposed to be calling me back.  I swear, if they tell me nothing’s wrong, I’m going to have a little eruption of my own… Better yet, if they tell me to bring him in and I have to pay another co-pay to hear his doctor tell me there is nothing wrong, that there’s nothing she can do, she better be the one praying to God. …Yeah.

Ok, well, I’m gonna try to get the crustified vomit out of my hair in case they tell me to bring him in.

Tags: Megan, Xavier