I saw this video online yesterday. It was a guy who recorded 3 months worth of “exhausting” Saturday mornings with his 4 year old. I thought to myself, it didn’t look that exhausting to me… She was keeping herself occupied and he was just sitting at the computer….
Well, Karma is a bitch so I got what was coming to me for being so judgmental. Yesterday was one of those days: It was a whole bunch those dreadful things you hear about motherhood rolled into a single 24 hr period.
C has been whiny all week. Whining is the worst, and I just don’t know how to deal with it besides giving a pacifier and I do not want to start that when we have made it so far without it. We were doing really well and had made it almost 2 weeks without any wake ups. Well, 12:30am came and C decided she needed a snack. I usually give her 20 minutes when she starts fussing to work things out on her own. Most of the time she goes back to sleep in about 5-10 minutes. This time she didn’t. I looked on the monitor and she was just sitting there, calling out. I went to get her and she wrapped her arms around me and said “eat!”
This has happened before, but usually only when she doesn’t eat a good dinner. I gave her a snack anyway – she wanted a few goldfish, a couple cherub tomatoes and a bite of banana and a sip of milk and the. She was ready to go back to sleep. She usually goes back down with no hassle on nights like this, which is a plus.
So when we got to my parents house and she was crabby, I just wrote it off that she was tired from waking overnight. She came running to me after eating her breakfast and gave me a big hug. Which was sweet. And then I wrapped my arms around her and got a handful of poo as it oozed out the top of her diaper. Gross.
I washed my hands about 15 times with scalding water and antibacterial soap. But once you get pooped on you just keep thinking you smell it on yourself somewhere. I think I washed my hands another 24 times yesterday.
As the day progressed, her nose started running and her fingers would not stay out of her mouth. Fantastic. So that means we are probably teething AGAIN. Teething is the worst and my kid is the slowest on the planet at cutting teeth. She also refuses to use teethers, making the process that much slower and more miserable.
She took a good 2hr nap, the. Was crabby again until it was time to go home. She brought me her coat and shoes a little early but I obliged and we headed home since she was starting to act pretty clingy and refused to eat lunch. I knew this wasn’t good. My kid is not clingy.
She wanted dinner an hour early of course since she didn’t eat lunch so I had to distract her for a bit and we went for a walk and ran around the hard for about 30 minutes. When we got back in, I started dinner and she wanted to watch “Cars” for the billionth time. (Let’s just say it’s a problem when the name of a movie is one of the few good words your kid can say. She asks to watch it CONSTANTLY. I think I can recite it by heart now.)
When I fed C dinner, I was so impressed! She ate two servings of Mac n cheese, half an apple, two (of my) handfuls of tomatoes and 2 pieces of ham AND a nutri grain bar. That is a lot of food for a toddler, especially mine!
I thought this was promising, we should get a good night of sleep with a dinner like that. My husband made it home a little while after her bedtime and we were sitting on the couch, watching tv, he was eating his dinner, when I heard C crying. The crying escalated fast so I went back to get her and as I opened the door it sounded like she was choking on her drool. I picked her up and she kept crying and then she choked again and puked right down the front of me. That just made her more upset and my husband heard it and ran in with a towel trying to clean everything up and she just keeps puking. 5 more times.
I felt so bad for her. That huge dinner? All over me and her and the floor and the bed and the changing table. I got her in the tub and my husband (who was in the middle of dinner, remember?) wrapped up all the dirty linens and cleaned the furniture off. Then he went to the sink and washed his hands 15x and had to go back to finish his dinner – what a trooper.
After a bath and some time on the couch, C decided she wanted to go back to sleep so she put her water in the fridge (which is the cutest thing ever) and led me to her bedroom. I made a makeshift pillow for her to help prop her head up, but after a few minutes she gave up on that.
So I went to bed at 9:30 knowing this would likely be a bad night. She was up again at 9:50, 10:50, 12:30, 2:30, 3:30 and then she slept until 7. Of course my poor husband wakes up early so he had a rough night but I let him stay in bed all night since I could take today off. At 9:50, C puked all over me again as we walked to the kitchen for water and I had to change both of us yet again and try to clean up the floor without putting her down.
If you think getting poo on your hand is bad, try getting puked on. I took a shower after the first incident even though changed all my clothes (where was that smell coming from?????) but then when it happened again I resorted to cleaning myself up with baby wipes. PROTIP: Scented wiped will do in a pinch, but the minute you can get a shower- take it.
So I’m now hoping that we don’t have another repeat of this again tonight, but chances are likely that we will. I just hope there’s less puking involved this time.
While everyday of parenthood isn’t like this, it’s not always a parade either. All I can say is that no YouTube video or parenting magazine can explain what it feels like to get puked on and not hate the other person. I love this kid, rain or shine and it’s impossible to explain but I wouldn’t change a thing.