Instead, I’ve been up half the night with a stomach flu. Can I just say that dry heaving when you’re seven months pregnant is incredibly painful. I finally broke down and called my obgyn, and they are awesome about having doctors quickly return non-labor related phone calls. There’s already an anti nausea prescription that I can put on my wrist being prepared for me. Kicking myself for not calling first thing this morning. This is definitely the worst I’ve felt since getting the swine flu 5 days after Kylie was born. Although I’m not sure anything will ever top that one. Let’s hope not anyway.
I guess Kylie’s projectile vomiting wasn’t caused by something she ate…
6 loads of laundry. Done ans put away (the put away part is a HUGE deal)
Showered and dressed (Kylie and me)
Got to the last errand, the grocery store, where Kylie went from telling me about how the sky is blue to projectile vomiting about 7 times in the bread aisle in 2 seconds flat. I had no idea her stomach could possibly hold so much. Holy. Hell. Luckily we were next to the bakery, and they had huge rolls of towels. Saddest part: after she was stripped and cleaned she started apologizing. “I so sowwy mommy” in the quietest, sweetest little girl voice. I couldn’t get her to stop. No amount if “its ok sweetheart”s seemed to get through to her. I wanted to cry. I wasnt acting upset, concerned, but not frantic or anything.
Now she’s bathed and behaving perfectly normal. I’m enjoying a cup of decaf coffee, trying to regroup.
So for the last several weeks Kylie has really been making associations between things. Blows. My. Mind. Examples:
Octagon. It’s kinda like a pentagon.
Whale. It’s kinda like a fish.
Cylinder. It’s kinda like a scoot (stool).
Van. It’s kinda like a bus.
Sand. It’s kinda like a dirt.
Petal. It’s kinda like a leaf.
Motorcycle. It’s kinda like a bicycle.
Anything that’s crescent shaped or a half circle. It’s kinda like a moon.
Jet ski. It’s kinda like a boat.
Church. It’s kinda like a castle. What Kylie? It’s kinda like a castle? Yes, Mommy. It’s got tower.
Really? Really? The octagon/pentagon thing. She’s barely two. I never expected her to know the difference, but I told her anyway. Now she knows. Church/castle? That cracked us up. Especially after the “Yes, Mommy. It’s got tower.” explanation. She said it like it was so obvious. Blows. My. Mind.
This list could go on forever, but it’s currently one of my favorite things to hear her say, “______ it’s kinda like a….”
Just left my doctor’s appointment. I’m now 27 weeks (and 4 days) along, and everything still looks great. The nurse went through the swelling? contractions? rundown, and I said “Im basically just a normal person with a soccer ball full if rocks rolling around under my shirt.” Seriously. My body really handles pregnancy well, and I count myself lucky for that.
As my third trimester begins, this is all starting to hit me. I know. “Really Monica, you’ve been pregnant 27 weeks.” But its just flying by, and the reality of a newborn is sometimes terrifying and sometimes something that I absolutely cannot wait for. I feel like I need to cherish every moment with Kylie because my days one-on-one with her will be ending so soon. But other days I want this little girl to be here so badly. I want to hold her and smell her and take in every detail of her face.
On another note, my weight is up to 125lbs. That’s twelve pounds gained so far. I may or may not be writing this post from an ice cream parlor around the corner from my doctors office.
Kylie still had fever this morning and was really miserable still. I knew it wasn’t just a reaction to the flu shot. I called in to get her seen by her pediatrician.
Mono. My two year old has mono.
You ladies were right. I know Kylie best.
She’s currently still miserable, although the Motrin is keeping her fever at bay at the moment. She isn’t playing, just laying on the couch. She won’t eat. She cries sometimes, then says, “I sorry Mommy.” Apologizing for being sick. Breaking my heart.
Monday morning Kylie had her two year well-baby visit. She was scheduled for her Hep A vaccine, and after the pediatrician and I talked about it, I decided to get her a flu shot this year.
Monday she was fine. Tuesday she was a little clingy, and not as energetic as usual. Yesterday she didn’t look well at lunchtime… There was just something about her face… Anyway, by 1:30 she had fever. When she pulled the thermometer out it was 101.5, but it wouldn’t have gone much higher. She basically felt crappy all afternoon/evening. Fever woke her up at 3am. When she woke this morning she had fever again and just wanted to lay in bed and watch tv and read books. That went on until lunch. She napped from 1-4. Now we’re back in bed with a stack of Dr Seuss books and a temp of slightly higher than 102.6. She’s not really eating, but she’s drinking. And she wants milk. Lots.
Is this normal? It was her first flu shot. The nurse yesterday said it sounded ok, but I thought normal post shot fever was supposed to be like 99? Anyone else experienced this?