Zoe had her first real illness over Christmas break. She's had sniffles and colds and general teething crankiness... but nothing major. Barely even a fever. One time she broke out in hives and we never quite figured out why. Other than that we've had a very healthy child. I know how lucky we've been. I guess after 2 1/2 years it was time.
Like I told you all... Nick missed out on Christmas Eve. He had spent the weekend before with a rather nasty stomach bug. His issue wasn't really keeping food down. I believe he only had one bout of throwing up. But, he was still constantly in the bathroom... and wasn't doing much eating.
Christmas day was wonderful. Nick seemed to be over his sick feelings and even had wine with dinner and a beer or two after. A happy healthy Christmas day.
We all headed off to bed exhausted from the day. At about 1:30 am I hear Zoe start yelling "My binky!!! My binky!!!" Usually I would leave her and she would eventually find the binky or give up and go back to sleep. But, she sounded rather frantic... so I went to find the binky myself. When I went in Zoe repeated to me "My binky, oh no, my binky!!!" So, before searching the floor and behind the crib I reached in to the dark crib to feel around for the binky only to stick my hand into a slimy mess. Zoe then told me "oh no, my binky is a mess!" Wish she had mentioned that before I stuck my hand in.
I called Nick and he came to help. I cleaned up Zoe and he cleaned up the crib. Nick took everything down to the washing machine while I got Zoe settled. All cleaned up with new pajamas, new sheets, new blanket, new pillow and new binky... Zoe went right back to sleep.
20 minutes later I hear over the monitor "Oh no! Oh no! I made a mess! I made a big mess!" We go through the whole production again. The saddest part is that Zoe seemed most upset that she had made a mess... not that she was throwing up. As soon as I assured her it was ok, and we would clean up the mess, she calmed right down. So again all cleaned up she went back to sleep.
Zoe made 4 or 5 messes between 1:30 and 6:00 am. By the last mess we were out of sheets and she was sleeping on a big blanket. I prayed we were done because I wasn't sure what I would come up with to use as a sheet next. It was just an exhausting morning for all involved... and made for a cranky whiny day. Thank goodness for Noggin... I feel like it saved us.
Zoe wasn't interested in eating at all (and who can blame her). She seemed ok and made it through the to lunch without throwing up again. She had some noodles from some Dora noodle soup for lunch. She went down for nap without an argument. About an hour later the yelling started. Another mess. (Thankfully the last one)
I called the doctor's office and they gave me a list of steps to follow involving pedialite, fluids, bland foods, etc etc etc. A trip to the grocery store and we were set with our supplies. I at least felt like I could make an attempt to help Zoe feel a little better. It stinks not knowing or being able to do anything... so at least being given the directions "if nothing else... keep her hydrated!" gave me a job.
Zoe went to bed and we had an uneventful night. She slept very well... I wish I could say the same. I think I was up every hour hearing things... wondering if she was sick again.
Thursday was better. Zoe was still obviously not herself. She was exhausted and was happy to just sit on the couch all day. After listing every food available in the house for breakfast she asked for popcorn. She ate popcorn. We went through the same list at lunch. Zoe requested ice cream. She ate ice cream. I called the doctor to see what I should attempt with the food... and they said as long as she wasn't throwing up to just let her eat what she thought she could eat. It felt good to have them agree that her eating something (even popcorn and ice cream) was better than nothing.
A little after lunch Nick (who had some friends over) ordered a pizza. Zoe saw it and insisted "I NEED pizza." I was hesitant... but gave her a small piece and hoped for the best. Luckily we made it through the rest Thursday without throwing up. There was very little food involved in the rest of the day... but no throwing up either.
Friday was much of the same. The doctor said to be expecting some diarrhea... but so far we were lucky on that. Zoe generally has to make a great effort to poop and it seemed it was going to take a lot to switch her from rock hard to liquid. But, on Saturday, she began having a couple small "squirts" when she would fart (which seemed to totally shock Zoe much like the "mess" she made in her bed). She also had 2 diapers that contained poop the consistency of peanut butter. We also made quite a few false alarm runs to the bathroom.
By Sunday Zoe seemed to be just about totally back to herself. She's still not quite eating like she was before. She has it in her head now that ice cream should be a normal lunch choice. Hopefully it won't take too long to get her back into her normal food routine. We're very happy to have back our normal cheerful Zoe though. Hopefully we'll be back to our normal run of health soon too!
I started this post with the intention of ending it on the note that I have yet to get sick. I don't get sick. I might get colds every year. Sniffles, coughs, headaches. Once in a blue moon I get a serious illness (like last year when I had a seriously bad ear infections in both ears and I felt that I was dying... or while I was pregnant with Zoe and ended up with my first ever in my life case of strep throat). Generally... I don't get sick. But I may have jinxed myself. As I've been typing this post I've run to the bathroom 2 times. I may be going there again soon. But... I'm still going to say I don't get sick. It's not a stomach bug. I'm insisting it's the 1/2 a jar of "Sweet Southwestern Peach" salsa I ate last night (I don't know why I did that... maybe just because it was even yummier than I thought it would be?). Yep that's what it is. I'm not sick.