Friday, January 05, 2007
Nothing says new year's eve like Projectile Vomiting
ok. so after taking down the family with bronchitis on christmas morning, yet still dancing and jumping as if absolutely NOTHING was wrong with him, I took Typhoid Steven, as Grammy has so aptly renamed him, to the doctor. not my normal ped, but this small man, with very small delicate fingers. i immediately thought to myself, if i ever must be required to have a male ob-gyno doctor, he would be it. anyway, he hesitates with the antibiotics, but pushes forward with a nebulizer.
nebu-what? oh you are the lucky one then, b/c you have never had a bad enough bout of bronchitis to bring on asthma and other respiratory issues. ah hem. sooo, he tells me what to do and leaves me in the office with a humming motor and a very angry/sick/tired/wiggly toddler. steven jr immediately loses the trust game with me and fights for his life to get away from the mask i have to put over his nose/mouth which is hooked to this burring motor. oh and then there is the mist pouring out of the mask. yeah. like a fart in church. so after wrestling with me, he collapses in my arms and gives in. when the nurse comes back in TEN minutes later, he is asleep in my arms and i have my finger in between his teeth keeping his mouth open. "FUN! where can i get one for home use?", you ask. well my dear blogging fools, the doctor makes me RENT one and take it home. yes, the joys of parenting. so we return 3 days later and the wee little doc still doesn't like his breathing and now increases the nebulizer treatment to 4 times a day, adds antibiotics AND a liquid drinkable pink potion for the bronchitis. no side affects mentioned. so we go home, start the treatments and i pack for a drive up to EL. so, the friday before new years weekend and we are 2 minutes down the road, the car is packed to the gills and steven jr pukes. hmmm. not good.turn around. clean boy, clean car, clean toys with puke, call pediatricians office. the nurse thinks he is fine and just had an upset belly. so i hem and haw. i call steveO for backup but he is not commiting to an answer. this will later be refuted. so we pile back in the car and now since its 10am not 8am, the ride will be long. and in CT on Merritt Pkway, it gets longer. as in the kind of long where your 19month old pulls an exorcist move and PROjectile Vomits yogurt/milk/cheese/blueberries/goldfish all over himself and the car. interestingly, the peach yogurt color reigned supreme in that concoction if you are playing at home. yeah, i know what you are saying, what was up with all the dairy? yeah, my bad. and believe me, i paid for that in scrubbing out a carseat. so long story shorter b/c im bored telling it. he managed to puke 5 more times and kicked off the new year's eve party at my brother's house like any 19 YEAR old would be proud. needlesstosay, he was in bed by 9pm and i rang in the new year asleep by 10:30. parenting? yes. something new for the new year? garmin streetpilot c330. hours to EL: 8.5, hours from EL: 6.5
ok. so after taking down the family with bronchitis on christmas morning, yet still dancing and jumping as if absolutely NOTHING was wrong with him, I took Typhoid Steven, as Grammy has so aptly renamed him, to the doctor. not my normal ped, but this small man, with very small delicate fingers. i immediately thought to myself, if i ever must be required to have a male ob-gyno doctor, he would be it. anyway, he hesitates with the antibiotics, but pushes forward with a nebulizer.
nebu-what? oh you are the lucky one then, b/c you have never had a bad enough bout of bronchitis to bring on asthma and other respiratory issues. ah hem. sooo, he tells me what to do and leaves me in the office with a humming motor and a very angry/sick/tired/wiggly toddler. steven jr immediately loses the trust game with me and fights for his life to get away from the mask i have to put over his nose/mouth which is hooked to this burring motor. oh and then there is the mist pouring out of the mask. yeah. like a fart in church. so after wrestling with me, he collapses in my arms and gives in. when the nurse comes back in TEN minutes later, he is asleep in my arms and i have my finger in between his teeth keeping his mouth open. "FUN! where can i get one for home use?", you ask. well my dear blogging fools, the doctor makes me RENT one and take it home. yes, the joys of parenting. so we return 3 days later and the wee little doc still doesn't like his breathing and now increases the nebulizer treatment to 4 times a day, adds antibiotics AND a liquid drinkable pink potion for the bronchitis. no side affects mentioned. so we go home, start the treatments and i pack for a drive up to EL. so, the friday before new years weekend and we are 2 minutes down the road, the car is packed to the gills and steven jr pukes. hmmm. not good.turn around. clean boy, clean car, clean toys with puke, call pediatricians office. the nurse thinks he is fine and just had an upset belly. so i hem and haw. i call steveO for backup but he is not commiting to an answer. this will later be refuted. so we pile back in the car and now since its 10am not 8am, the ride will be long. and in CT on Merritt Pkway, it gets longer. as in the kind of long where your 19month old pulls an exorcist move and PROjectile Vomits yogurt/milk/cheese/blueberries/goldfish all over himself and the car. interestingly, the peach yogurt color reigned supreme in that concoction if you are playing at home. yeah, i know what you are saying, what was up with all the dairy? yeah, my bad. and believe me, i paid for that in scrubbing out a carseat. so long story shorter b/c im bored telling it. he managed to puke 5 more times and kicked off the new year's eve party at my brother's house like any 19 YEAR old would be proud. needlesstosay, he was in bed by 9pm and i rang in the new year asleep by 10:30. parenting? yes. something new for the new year? garmin streetpilot c330. hours to EL: 8.5, hours from EL: 6.5Labels: toddler
