Now with more Explode-y!

Liam ended up with a stomach bug yesterday. Not pretty. I think he probably had it since Thursday evening but being the spectacular mother I am, I just thought he was blowing out his diapers with 7 wipees worth of toxic dodo because he needed a larger size diaper. Now, he did need to move up on the diaper size scale (can I get a "hell yeah" for the Fellow gaining enough weight to warrant a new, BIGGER, size diaper?!?!) BUT I'm sure the toxicity levels of his overflowing diapers should have indicated something to me!

He had this horrible, painful, RED, burning inflammation on his thighs and his bits & bobs that was painful to touch, he cried and snatched the wipes away in my attempt to clean him, he sobbed when I put a warm compress on his region & howled when I had to (how do I say this gently) peel off one body part from the other.

Things were not looking so good. And then his temperature spiked - and trust me when I say this because there was no way in HEdoublehockeysticks I was sticking a thermometer when we normally stick it after all that commotion of simply cleaning him up. He became Chilled Out Boy & just lounged and watched Signing Time before lunch & nap time. With the help of good ol' Tylenol, his fever broke & he managed to sneak in a FOUR HOUR NAP waking up TOTALLY refreshed. And with Less Explode-y.

He still has Explosions but now with less Explode-y action going on down there. I did get him the new & improved size FIVE diapers so I also do hope that it is helping contain the Explode-y a wee bit better. His appetite never really left him, save for Friday night when Matias attempted to bribe him and fixed him THREE meals before just throwing in the towel, so I'm glad he's been keeping food down although the final exit maneuver still needs some finessing.

It was strange though on Saturday as it was the First Time I Ever Left Him While He Was Sick. Big deal, right? That's not sarcasm, people, that's a plead for validation! I HAD TO go to Target - we had ONE diaper left in the house TOTAL, no more Motrin & the rate we were running through them, we'd be out of wipes by sundown. So, I picked Nel up & we went to the new Super Duper, I wanna Hug You & Rub Up Against You Target and I mildly panicked the entire time I was there. As I left the house, I [gently] reminded Matias that there was a magnet on the fridge with Liam's doctors information on it & did he remember how to get there??? I expressed my emotions about leaving him while ill to my loving husband who basically said "he slept the whole time & it's not like you went to a party" - all of which is 100% accurate BUT I did leave him.

And on that note, I'm going to end it with this fabulous epiphany I just had:

My mother may not have ever succeeded in laying a guilt trip on me (they just don't stick), I am very capable of laying one on MYSELF when it comes to issues with my own offspring. Makes me feel like calling Mom up & saying "you happy now???" but she'd probably just say "now why would you say a thing like that to your mother?"