February 20, 2017

The 3 P's: Poop, Puke and Pee

This past week as probably the hardest week I have had being a mom. One morning while changing a dirty diaper Bubba decided he wasn't done using the bathroom. Poop went all over his changing pad, and my bed, on his bed, down a wooden chest and all over our carpet. I yelled for Andy to come and help me (he was in the shower) and he panicked thinking Bubba was having another seizure. As he entered the room Bubba decided to pee. He peed all over his changing pad, his clothes and the other side of my bed. And then the puking started. It was quite the morning.

Trying on mustaches to see which style we liked the best.

The rest of the week went about like the story above. Lots and lots of puke, gas and tears. Bubba cried all day Friday, he was inconsolable. He had gas and once the gas passed the puking started. The puking wasn't normal baby spit up it was more like Niagara Falls- pretty much everything he had eaten.

Friday night I had a meltdown. I had been battling a migraine all week and trying to take care of an unhappy baby and I just couldn't take it anymore. I quickly started to spiral into what felt like a black hole of depression. I felt like such a bad mom, my house was and is still a wreck (I am a neat freak and far too embarrassed to ask anyone else to help me clean), the car broke and is still broken so I was stuck at home (Andy took my car to get to work), I felt alone and my mind swirled around all of the things that I can't control or fix. I curled up into a ball on the floor and I bawled and I bawled for what felt like hours.

I woke up Saturday morning anticipating running a 1k race with Bubba, it was something I had been looking forward to for many weeks. Just as I was getting ready to put him in his car seat Niagara Falls returned. I was soaked in vomit and so was Bubba, I instantly knew we would not be making it to the race.

I looked like this all the way down to my socks.

Bubba looking confused as to what happened to him.

I called the doctors office and spoke with a nurse- she was very rude and insisted that I bring Bubba in. We saw a pediatrician and he wasn't very helpful. He felt that whatever Bubba had going on was gastrointestinal and said there was nothing that could be done for it. I lost it and bawled in front of the doctor. I felt so bad for my little boy. Wasn't there something anyone could do to relieve his discomfort?

Someone in the family likes to eat fish- he didn't get it from me.

Sunday we stayed home from church with our sick little boy. In the afternoon I told Andy that I needed out of the house, we bundled up and went for a walk on the trail. It was nice to get out of the house, I really needed that.

Our little bear cub.

When we got home, I bawled some more. At some point the tears stopped and a feeling of calmness started to re-enter my life.

I'm so grateful that my husband was willing and able to help me work through all of the different emotions I was feeling.

The week ended on a good note though, Bubba laughed and laughed and laughed. We had heard him give a little giggle before but nothing quite like this. It was very sweet to see him laugh at Andy. And yes we still love him even though he has pooped, peed and puked on what seems like everything this week.