Poo Chronicles

So on Thursday I received a call from Piggy's daycare. Apparently he was throwing up and I had to go get him right away. So I left work, and went to get my sick little pig. Now, T-money never got sick with the stomach flu when he was a baby, so I really wasn't sure what to do for the pig to make him feel better. The only thing I could do was to call Kaiser and speak to an advice nurse. Well, the first thing the nurse had me do was to put my finger on Piggy's tongue to see if it had saliva on it. Okay, so I put my finger in his mouth and literally, the moment I do that, he vomits. All. Over. Me. Not baby spit up, but barf. Everywhere. So I get the instructions from Kaiser on how to keep him hydrated and as we're getting off the phone, the last thing the nurse says to me is "now, don't let him kiss you and make sure you wash your hands so you don't get sick" and again, literally as she is saying that, I feel a grubby little hand go straight into my mouth. Awesome. Let the incubation period begin.

At 7pm, Ehee went out and got dinner for all of us because I didn't have the time or energy to cook with the Pig being so sick and wanting to be held all day. I put the pig in his high chair so I could finally sit down and have some food (I hadn't eaten all day because #1, I had to get weighed at the doctor's office and #2, I had a barfing baby in my lap from 12 pm). All of the sudden we see him pushing like he is trying to poop. Okay, that is normal. He often poops in his highchair. However, this time instead of the sounds of his grunts, we heard bubbling and gurgling. This was NOT a good sign. And then... the SMELL. Ehee is a plumber and he swears that he has NEVER smelled anything that putrid in his life. It was like a heavy fog of poo stank. You couldn't wave it away. It just sat there, clinging to our nostrils. Since Ehee was done with his burrito and I had literally taken ONE bite, I told him "have fun changing that diaper". There was no way I was going to miss another meal.

So Ehee goes to start taking him out of his chair, when we notice that there is poo EVERYWHERE. It is oozing out of his pants, it is on his highchair dripping onto our carpet, it is up his back and up his stomach, and later we would find it on top of his highchair tray. This now became a three man clean up job. Ehee wrapped a towel around the baby and rushed him to the bathroom. I followed, turning on the bath and then running back to the kitchen to get a plastic bag. We both had to undress him to make sure he didn't get poo all over his face when we took off his shirt. T-money then took the diaper to the outside garbage can, while Ehee gave the baby a bath and I went back to scrub the poo off the carpet, the highchair and the trail leading to the bathroom. It was a very exciting evening.

The next day I stayed home with the baby because he was still so sick. Of course, all this time I knew what was coming... I knew the virus was inside me... FESTERING, waiting for it's moment. I woke up at 3 am on Saturday morning KNOWING I was going to barf. I didn't know when, I didn't know where, but it was coming. I couldn't go back to sleep so I went out on the couch and just waited. Luckiily, "My Best Friend's Girl" came on and entertained me. Finally,at 6 am, it came. I was sick as a dog all day Saturday and Sunday but thank GOD, was feeling better by Monday morning.. And of course, everyone knows the best part of a stomach flu is stepping on the scale afterwards, even if it is just a day of no water weight. =)

That is all for now, I will write again this week because my big boy is going to be 9months!! YAY!!