Barfapalooza 2011.

My husband and I woke this morning at 7:15. We rejoiced, because normally our baby girl wakes us at 6 A.M. or earlier.

By the time 8:45 rolled around and Nellie was still asleep, we chuckled at the irony. Of all the days to choose to sleep in, she chose the one where we were wide awake just after 7.

By 10:30, she was awake and guzzling a sippy of milk like her life depended on it.

By 10:32, she had projectile-vomited all over me, the couch, and the floor. She looked around, dazed, as her parents sprung into action to clean up the baby and the mess. I took the baby, daddy took the mess. She cried during her bath, after her bath, and right up until I put her back down to sleep.

The rest of the day was more or less the same. She woke a while later, drank some more, puked it back up. Back into the bath, clean-up, back down to sleep. I ran out to get Chinese food for me and Josh. Gave a hungry homeless man $20, which I never do, because the only other bills I had in my wallet were $4. He cried when I handed him the $20.

Came back. Ate. Nellie drank some more. Threw it back up. Bath #3. Back to bed. Daddy ran out for provisions after Nellie went back to sleep yet again and I jumped on Twitter, asking my parent friends what we should do. We’re between insurances right now and Nellie’s coverage doesn’t start back up until the 1st of June. General consensus was: small sips, don’t let her guzzle, duh. Okay, no one said duh. That was me. No milk; PediaLyte. If she won’t drink PediaLyte, get the clear stuff and sneak it into juice or Sprite. Nellie ended up not wanting to touch her sippy cup at all so being the sneaky and clever mama that I am, I fixed a cup of ginger ale and PediaLyte. She drank it in small sips. Ate some Ritz crackers. Stayed awake for about three hours and went down for the night around 6:30.

I’m anticipating a rough night, seeing as how she was asleep most of the day. And that’s okay. I just want her to feel better. I’ve never felt truly helpless until my child was sick, and there was little I could do to help her. I’ve been snuggling and rocking with her all day in between washing myself of the vomit. I just want her to feel better.

Likely very few people will read this right now; most people are out enjoying the beginning of summer and their Memorial Day weekend and by the time you do read this, the Barfapalooza 2011 festivities will have ended. Just in case you want to party with us, it’s BYOBB: Bring Your Own Barf Bucket.


I mentioned the other day about our eventful and stinky trip to Olive Garden.

Unfortunately for my family, that was just the first incident of diarrhea that we were about to deal with. Thursday night, my husband and I were hit with the stomach plague from hell.

Without going into too much gory detail, Josh and I both got sick Thursday night with him getting the brunt of the sickness. Because Fate loves us, Nellie slept through without making a peep while Josh and I were busy running to and from the bathroom (we have two, thankfully) puking our guts out and sounding like angry dragons. I had eaten a few Doritos for dinner and I’m not real sure I’m going to ever be able to eat one again.

We woke up yesterday feeling puny as hell and begged Josh’s mother to come get Nellie and keep her for the day. Because she rocks, she obliged and we promptly crawled to bed and passed out. Midday, Josh was clammy and felt like death so we went to the Physician’s Care where he was diagnosed with severe dehydration and a stomach bacterial infection. EXCELLENT. He was given some Phrenegran and we were sent about our way. We put Nellie down for an early bedtime around 6:30… During the night Nellie woke up once – she had vomited all over herself & her crib. Let me tell you, bananas sure aren’t appetizing after they’ve come back up. Especially when your groggy toddler is covered in them at midnight. We cleaned her up quickly and put her back to sleep. She didn’t wake up until 10 AM. I had to creep in there at one point and check to make sure she was okay. She stayed awake for an hour before getting insanely cranky so we put her back down.. And she took a 2 and a half hour nap. She was up again for an hour before Lady CrankyPants showed back up. Back down she went. She’s been sleeping for an hour and a half.

I’m feeling okay – very weak from lack of eating but my stomach no longer feels like there is an angry ferret running about and chewing my stomach lining so.. Thumbs up to that!

I think that if it’s still relatively warm out when Nellie wakes up we’re going to try and get out and get some fresh air. We need it!