Our little boy has the stomach flu.
It started Sunday morning at 4am: throwing up, dazed, dry heaving, our first middle-of-the-night call to his nurse practitioner’s service. By morning, he had a fever, which hovered just below 102 for a little under twenty-four hours. He drank very little, so we worried about dehydration. During this time he wanted almost nothing except to be snugged up tight. He couldn’t sleep much at night, but napped a lot on us all day. When his fever broke at 4am on Monday, we thought we were out of the woods. Bram’s energy was low, but he seemed a little more himself. Then the diarrhea came. And wow: that stuff is hardcore. We were worried about dehydration – and even a little about Rotovirus, which we haven’t vaccinated for yet – but we took him to see Nan (our beloved NP) today, and he conveniently had diarrhea in the office so she could check it out. :) She reassured us that it’s not Rotovirus, that he’s doing great considering, and that we’ve been right to hold off of Tylenol since his fever was low grade. She said we’re doing all the right things, which made us feel really good (and for which we should thank Christina, our midwife throughout the pregnancy, the amazing woman who caught B [with me] and who is now a wonderful friend). She gave us lots of great advice and reassurance at the peak of our worries. Because man-oh-man is it terrifying to have a sick kid.
Since we’ve been swaddle-weaning this week anyway, it’s now been five night since we slept more than two hours at a time. The last two nights have mostly been one-hour stretches. We’re exhausted, but mostly we’re just grateful that B is on the mend. Nan thinks this will be of-the-past by Friday (which is when J’s dad arrives for a visit). I’ll be glad to have this behind us, though all these long snugs have been so sweet. It’s amazing to feel of comfort to him.
Now for some brighter news and photos:
Here’s B’s four-month photo. Curious boy is about to climb OFF of the glider. Gods help us once he’s mobile.
Earnest baby. I was just recalling this weekend that Ernest was in our name-pool for this boy. J and I met over Ernest Hemingway, so it seemed appropriate. We love the name, but aren’t crazy about the nickname Ernie. Anyway, it would at least have suited him.
I am not-yet good at wearing Bram on my back, but I’m working on it. I’m struggling because I want to carry him high, but I’m so short that my arms have a hard time making him a seat once he’s up there. Anyway, we’re getting it. I feels like a hurtle that we’re training for together. Like we have to trust each other a lot to get proficient.
Happy boy. Delighted pomo.
Curious boy. In-love mama.
Lords I love these expressions. I adore B’s smiles, but this face just makes me melt. He makes it a lot, usually just before a big, goofy grin.
This was taken at B’s first birthday party: his friend Thea (Dorothea) turned two! (Or, “too much” as she likes to say.) Clockwise, Anne, the aforementioned Christina, Bramble, and the birthday girl. We are so grateful to have this family in our lives, and to have been there to celebrate this righteously awesome little girl. [I desperately hope we did not infect them.]
Swaddlers, a Baby K’Tan, and our Moby. All put away now until we’re (Gods willing) blessed with another squish. It’s concomitantly sweet and sad for B to have outgrown these early, stretchy tools.
Finally, we rearranged our house in the three days before B’s flu. We needed more room for our growing boy (more soft floor space, more maneuverability). He was also outgrowing the portacrib in our room, but we were nowhere near ready to move him into his own room, so we had to dissemble and reassemble his big crib in our room. In fact, we want him closer, not further away, so while we were at it we took apart our bed frame and put the mattress and box springs squarely (or, you know, rectangley) on the floor. Now we can nap with him less fearfully, and we can bring him into the bed for family bed if/when we’re ready.***
This shift gave us a lot more space in B’s room for what we really do in there: read, rock, listen to music, play, and do baby yoga and massage). There are lots of floor mats and pillows in there now, and tons of blankets for floor time.
I thought I’d hate having our bed on the floor, but I’m finding so much pleasure in the feeling that our house is set up to accommodate the thing we most care about: family time. I love not feeling terrified of B falling from our high, high bed, and I love the closeness of knowing he’ll be rooming-in for a long while to come. I used to care more about aesthetics. Now I care about function. I think it’s a good house to start a life in, and that makes me so happy. [Also, in the aesthetics department, the blanket folded over at the end of our bed is a wedding blanket made for us by our dear friend Mick. It’s got our date on it and everything. It used to be in the living room, but I’m thrilled to have it in our bedroom now.]
The newly arranged living room. A whole rug of play space. A handy stack of blankets.
*** Co-sleepers: any tips as we ease our way into this? Though we understand the research, we’re still nervous. One of my biggest goals as a mother is to put down my anxiety so that my kid doesn’t incorporate it into his own way of being, and I think I’ve done a pretty great job of this. This is one of the reasons we’ve avoided co-sleeping for this long: I don’t want to be afraid every night. I don’t think we’ll move towards all-night family bed because this week aside, B is a great sleeper and we don’t want to mess that up. What we’d like is to bring him into our bed after his first wake-up, though, and sleep together until we have to get up. The problem is, J and I haven’t managed so far to actually sleep. We kind of just watch him. Suggestions?