August 06, 2004

I Don’t Want It

Sometimes it’s nice being the one nursing the baby, as I get saved from the more gruesome tasks . . . poor little Jonathan got a tummy bug Wednesday evening, and Dale was up with him at various points through the night as he threw up (until about 3:30 a.m., Dale reported the next morning). Unfortunately he had to miss his last two days of gymnastics camp because of it, and this was supposed to be his last hurrah with it—he’s not signed up for anything else since kindergarten starts a week from Monday. He’s all better now (Friday evening), but tonight it’s been Dale who has spent the evening becoming very well acquainted with our toilet. I made an emergency rush to the drugstore to stop it coming out one end, but there’s nothing to take for it coming out the other. And of course, every time he has to throw up it does horrible terrible things to his neck, which already causes him great pain just by existing. It seems to have passed now, but needless to say Kayleigh and I are sleeping in the guest room and I used Clorox wipes on all the faucet handles, doorknob handles, etc. Please, please, please don’t let me get this! It looks horrible. I’ve even gotten out my breast pump in case it has to be washed and used. Eeeeeewwwwwwww.

Posted by elizabeth at August 6, 2004 11:00 PM
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