Oh what a night...

Yesterday got off to a pretty "blah" start. I felt nauseous and immediately diagnosed myself as pregnant (like a crazy person)...which should be near impossible right now. I knew I was being ridiculous. Later in the day when I realized I felt worse than I'd ever felt having morning sickness with Grace, I knew something else was up. I made it through the day, 7-up and saltines in hand and even managed to make a quick 30 minute Tabata Time class at the gym. Obviously things weren't too bad.

To end a blah day on a better note, I decided to grab a Green Tea Frapp on my way to pick up Grace from daycare and made the executive decision that we could have drive-thru mac 'n cheese and mashed potatoes for dinner. I wasn't feeling up to making anything and it was our last night without D at home, so I could totally pick up take out (which we rarely ever do) and get away with it.

Poor Grace had other plans. As soon as we got home she was a fussy mess, which sometimes happens after a long day of playing at daycare, but this was terrible. She refused to eat dinner, she stood up and wailed through her bath time, and all she wanted to do for the rest of the night was lay in my lap and have a bottle. So that's what we did.


Can you guess where this is going?

15 minutes later the projectile vomiting started....and it didn't stop until around 5 am this morning. After puke session number 4 resulted in me literally cutting my sports bra off of my body as to not have to lift it over my head, I waved the white flag and called D. He was able to come home with some pedialyte and join PukeFest2011. Yay.

By the way. You think trashing a sports bra is bad? I counter that with, "at least I didn't get vomit in my mouth" like someone I know. Yeah. It was a no good, very bad, awful kind of night. Temper tantrums between throwing up were included when she realized we wouldn't give her another bottle...because DUH, she'd throw it back up 5 minutes later.

Finally at 5:15 or so, we all managed to pass out in our bed...at this point sheets had been stripped, we were a few pillows down, and I fully expected to wake up with a face full of vom about 30 minutes later, but it never came. We made it to 7:30 am and Grace and I slowly started our morning with Mickey and a tiny amount of pedialyte for her, strong coffee with extra sugar for me.

We're both taking a sick day today. Both meaning Grace and I. D was back to work this morning after hardly any sleep and a quick discussion about last night being the worst we've had since Grace was born. I think it's safe to say any conversations about Baby 2 are currently on hold (even though we actually did agree on a time frame recently...more on this later). Also, I concede that there is NO way I could handle 2 children on a night like last night with him deployed and no family nearby. Between having to actually birth my child and a night like that, I would rather go through labor again.

Parenting: Not for the faint of heart.

xo,
H

P.S. What's funny is that in about 24 hours, after I've had a solid night's sleep, this will be no longer be a big deal and we will have hopefully started to forget about it. Also, I could absolutely man up and deal with things like this solo if D was deployed...I just don't think I want to right now.