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subscribe25 Weeks and What Flew Through Our House
October 2nd, 2010
Thursday afternoon, returning home from Ella’s visit with the doctor
These are the only photos we managed to get this week to document Baby and belly. I am now well into the 26th week, but I am a mother and I think “being late” is a rite of passage when you take on that title. At least being “sometimes late.”
Let me tell you the backstory of these photos and the week we’ve had…
Rough rough week.
All I can manage are splicey sentences.
Last Thursday I got sick. I came down with a cold and I hate colds even more during pregnancy.
Tonight I am feeling so much better than last Thursday.
But-
On Tuesday the little one had smelly liquids coming out both ends. Fever too.
On Wednesday she seemed better. No explosions from anywhere. No more fever.
I thought we were cured.
I had high hopes for today. Storytime, running errands, lunch out…
Last night I thought she’d reverted back to a six month old. Waking every hour or so.
This morning, straight out of bed, she spit up all over her little toes.
She napped on me like she used to do when she was a baby. That part was nice.
I noticed she was beginning to have a runny nose.
This afternoon Ant and I took her to the doctor.
The verdict: She caught my cold.
Seems logical. I know, I know. But the three vomits and one diarrhea diaper threw me off. Apparently these things can accompany a viral infection.
I am exhausted.
She is exhausted.
Ant is convinced he is coming down with it too.
I wrote that part on Thursday. It is now Saturday night and I’ve got more to add to that list.
Thursday night I ate broccolini for dinner. Knowing how badly broccoli affects my stomach, I can’t say no to it when my Italian of a husband cooks it to accompany dinner. I have never enjoyed broccoli. But his version, oh I enjoy it. And so I ate it.
Five minutes after dinner, the pain set in. Not like a stomach ache but real piercing pain. It was familiar. I knew the broccolini was to blame.
But then that night I was awake every hour, my fuzzy dreams interrupted every time I rolled over and my body remembered what I had done to it.
By Friday morning I was useless. Nauseous, incredible lower back pain, cramping. I should’ve come out of the deal with a baby, for goodness sakes. I could hardly move. At first I enrolled PBS cartoons to entertain Ella Faye, and then wouldn’t you know, we lost all power to the front room. She became antsy, with no more “Cat in the Hat” and a mommy who lay half unconscious on the sofa next to her. So I called my dad who is retired and (cue the choir) lives across the street. Ella had a playdate and I went off to bed.
Shortly after, Ant came home and spent the day taking care of my pains and Ella’s runny nose. I slept nearly the whole day.
I looked at the clock at seven on Friday night when I was feeling loads better and realized it was exactly 24 hours since I started feeling sick. Then I thought about how I was in labor with Ella for 21 hours, and I am just saying, I think I should have come out of this deal with another baby.
(Remind me of this incident in January. I am sure I will feel differently.)
So now here we are, and here are the stats:
Momma – cold, then stomach bug
Ella – stomach bug, then cold
Dada – in the midst of both at once
That part up there where I said he was convinced he was coming down with something…I think he was right. But he has taken medicine and is sleeping beside me as I try to make sense of what has hit our house over the past week.
It has been long and tiresome and I am glad that we’ve got one more day of the weekend left to recuperate.
I have so much to catch up on…
