Sick again
Yesterday afternoon while Henry was napping I washed most of the downstairs windows. They're beautiful. I don't know what came over me. I was dead tired but couldn't sit still. I also filled all of the bird feeders. No great shakes, but I'd been meaning to do it for days so it was nice to just get it done. At 4:15 I was contemplating cleaning the last two windows downstairs when I heard Henry crying. I grabbed his clothes (I was also doing laundry) and went upstairs. When I opened the door I found him sitting cross-legged in the middle of his crib covered in vomit and shaking. It's an interesting conundrum, being faced with a vomit-covered kid. On the one hand you want to grab him and hug him and try to make him feel better. On the other, when the stench hits you like a truck as you open the door to his room, you don't actually really want to go near him.
I took his clothes off while he was in his crib and got him into the bathtub. Poor kid was so upset. The bath helped warm him up and calm him down. After we got him dressed he noticed it was snowing so he stood in front of the window, pointing outside and chattering the whole time. I gave him some water and Cheerio's. He took a few sips and ate a few bites then fifteen minutes later it all came back up again. When Dave got home from work I went out to the store and stocked up on sick kid stuff: crackers, chicken soup, Pedialyte, Elmo DVD. While I was out Dave gave him some oatmeal which he kept down. We gave him a couple of noodles which he threw up. Around seven Dave read him a story which Henry barely stayed awake for, then we tucked him in.
Around two in the morning I was still awake because it was so dry upstairs. I went searching for the humidifier which Dave found. We decided to set it up in the hallway so Henry could get a little moisture too. While we were putting it together I sniffed the air and asked Dave if he had tooted. He was naturally offended and denied that he had. I said that it smelled kind of bad then sniffed my way into Henry's room. I leaned over the crib and wow did he ever stink. We pulled him out for a stealth diaper change (it's been a long time since we've had to do that), thinking the whole time that he was probably going to be up for the night what with all the excitement of being pulled out of bed. Instead, he went right back to sleep. Not even a peep was heard for the rest of the night.
Today he's feeling much better. He's keeping everything down. We're not getting up to anything exciting today, just hanging out, convalescing, playing with toys, watching some Teletubbies.