WINTER BLUES

So the groundhog didn't see his shadow today, which means an early spring. Yippee. I am not usually superstitious, but at this point, I'll take any help I can get....even if it is from a large rodent. Any-who, I know this tid-bit of information because I have been in front of the TV for the majority of my time over the past month. Something I do not enjoy. I am a do-er. I like to be out and about, not stuck inside. But between the snow and the sickness, to the couch we go!

My poor baby has been sick off and on for a full month (mostly on). And I'm not talking a snotty nose here people. Bring on the snot. Snot is for sissies. I am talking vomit, diarrhea, fever....and snot. Two stomach viruses in 4 weeks. And not your typical 24 hour bug...one could only be so lucky! We are currently on day 6 of stomach virus numero dos. I wake up to vomit and diarrhea, I go to bed for a couple hours to be awoken by vomit and/or diarrhea, only to sleep a few more hours and be awoken again by our friends Vom & Di. I know, I know, TMI Anna, but I need to vent and with the hubs working so much lately. This blog is currently serving as my outlet.

The worst part of this whole nasty month is not the vomit in my hair (which is pretty gross), but the sad look on my baby boy's face. It's the worst feeling ever! I feel so incredibly helpless. I would do anything to make him feel better and to see my sweet Jude playing again instead of crying. I have done everything I can to try and get rid of this bug and ease Jude's pain. We have tried Zofran, Tylenol and pedilite. He sleeps with a vaporizer. I aspirate his nose and use saline. I have given all his toys a bleach bath and disinfected everything. And still no relief for my sweet baby.

Poor skinny baby :(

We went to the urgent care this past weekend, because I was getting worried about dehydration and on the verge of a break down. The doctor said, "stomach virus. you have to let it run it's course." Then she gave him a shot to stop the vomiting....well, guess what? we got home and blahhh....vomit. What works for some doesn't work for all doctor.

Our Saturday night. Party at the Urgent Care

I hit my breaking point tonight. We have no food in the house because who wants to take a sick baby to the grocery? Not me. So, I ordered a Milano's pizza and went to go pick it up with Jude. In and out. (Sidenote- He hadn't thrown up all day today.) As we were waiting for the credit card to go thru.....Blahhh.....all over me....all in my hair...all on my favorite leather jacket...in the middle of the restaurant. Beeee---autiful! I quickly took Jude to the bathroom and tried my best to get the remnants off of us. As we were rushing out the door....Jude was screaming...Pizzzza....pizzzahhh! How sad is that? The poor baby is starving! He just wants to eat and be able to hold it down. My heart hurts for him.

My sad bug

So, we are headed back to the doctor tomorrow morning. I am going to make them run blood work this time! They WILL DO something for my baby. If they say they "can't do anything", I am going to lose it.

Please send prayers and positive vibes Jude-bug's way. He is just too pitiful.