1752 sick baby & tired mama

Saucy Scale: 7

Well, no matter how much planning goes into a family outing, you just can’t plan for everything.

Immediately following church, the children & I hopped in the minivan.  We grabbed a quickie lunch and were supposed to be on our way to Baby Loves Disco. 

Here comes the "monkey wrench". 

Mattson threw a tantrum, the likes I literally have never seen before.  He’s usually very even tempered & this was TOTALLY unlike him.  I don’t know if he was already feeling poorly or if he worked himself into a frenzy, but he threw up some of his lunch.

I just assumed that he was (mostly) fine & that he’d just had a tantrum related throw-up.  I decided to take him home in order to grab a fresh shirt…then we’d be back on our way to Baby Loves Disco.

The second we walked into the house, Matty-Matt began projectile vomiting all over the kitchen.  Poor baby.  Luckily we were close enough to the laundry, that I could grab some towels to triage both him and the floor.  I stripped him there on the spot and brought him upstairs to get him cleaned up.

Seriously, within minutes he was full of pep and seemed better than fine.  I plopped him into his crib so that I could make a few phone calls (to cancel Grandpa J & TBU from meeting us at the party) and change my own clothes.  Mattson spent the entire time JUMPING, dancing, and thoroughly enjoying himself in his crib.  Which seemed too good to be true, quite frankly.  Seconds later he was sick again all over his crib (thank goodness for those crib mattresses with the permanent plastic outer shell!)  

There is nothing sadder than a scared baby who doesn’t understand why his body is betraying him.  (Even though he’s 19 months old, he’s never had a stomach virus & has never really thrown up until today.)  I just stood there with a towel under his chin trying to  keep him calm.  (All while Mr. Gus is in the background making wretching noises – very helpful.)   Which is where TBU enters the house and the action.  Matty’s getting a sponge bath and TBU had to strip the bedding…eeep.

Mr. Gus was pretty mad when I told him we’d have to stay home instead of "going to dance".  He’s a pretty sweet brother, but he really didn’t care that Mattson was suffering.  He wanted to go party.  So, I suggested that TBU take Gus while Mattson & I would make a nest & camp out on the couch together.

Don’t get me wrong, I feel really badly for my baby boy, but I was REALLY bummed that I didn’t get to take my children dancing…b/c I knew they’d have a really great time.

And of course…Mattson’s stomach still had a little bit left in there…which I found out the hard way.  All over my lap.

He’s doing fine now.  The color has returned to his face & he’s running around like a maniac.  He’s had a little bit to eat from the B.R.A.T. (banana, rice, applesauce, toast) Diet.  And he managed to keep it down.

Oh, I hope that this was a fluke and NOT a stomach virus that the rest of us will soon be enjoying as well.

*crosses fingers*

A few weeks ago (when we went to Iowa for TBU’s university homecoming), I noticed some baby belly changes.  Right after that trip, the morning sickness really let up for me (which was nice).

After last weekend, I noticed that my belly felt different…you know, that "popped" sensation.  It must’ve been true, b/c Thursday night TBU looked over at my belly and loudly pronounced, "look at your belly!  You’ve really popped!".

The babies are moving around like crazy.  It is a really wonderful feeling.  Now that I’m no longer sick all the time, I can really enjoy this time.

And that one lovely week w/o the morning sickness?  It has been replaced with an incredible drain of my energy.  I am absolutely exhausted.  All the time. 

Usually TBU and I spend the evening catching up on our DVRed t.v. shows.  Last week I decided that I’m far too tired in the evening to stick with our usual routine.  I can watch a little bit, but I’ve been heading up to bed earlier than usual.  

On Friday when Gus and I settled into bed for our naptime, he was supposed to select a book.  He took a little too long for my liking and I found myself in tears.  I just couldn’t deal with it.  I was so tired, I couldn’t think straight…I just couldn’t handle one more thing for one more second.  Poor Gus, he was pretty freaked out that Mama was crying.  He got all teary and begged me not to cry.  All I could do was hug him and tell him that everything would be "ok" and sometimes the twins make Mama really tired.  Then I read him the story of his choice.

I had 3 separate visits to various doctors this week.  The Perinatology practice for my ultrasound, a 1 hour glucose test (which I requested), and my monthly OB check.

The babies are both 10 ounces each right now.  I’m 19 weeks pregnant, but I’m measuring at 27 weeks.

<span style="font-family:Garamond”>Goodness…19 weeks.  That means that I’m nearly halfway home.  That’s crazy.  I can’t believe it.

I feel every one of those 27 weeks (7 months) that I’m apparently measuring.  This belly is getting big quickly.  I feel as tired as any 7 month pregnant woman would feel.  Big and uncomfortable.  That’s only going to get harder.  More tiring.  More draining.  Which feels really scary.

That foot pain I’m having isn’t making it any easier to get around.  I’m limping painfully.  They are suggesting that this is some sort of tendonitis.  If it doesn’t get better in a week or so, I might need to go back to the podiatrist – maybe even need an x-ray.

Ok…a quick timecheck confirms what my yawning already told me…it’s bedtime for me.

Nighty-Night.