poop
A is asleep, much earlier and without lunch today. He has had evil poop for 24 hours now, and woke up covered in it, stinking up his room and the whole upstairs. He had a bath before breakfast, 3 dirty diapers, and 2 outfits. I cancelled my private lessons for today and just want to sit here and recoup from poop. I can still smell it, even though I have changed my clothes and virtually scrubbed my hands raw. Eugh.
(I am calling the doctor as well, since he was so listless he fell asleep on me, which never happens to this busy guy)
Just off the phone with the doctor, so I know what to do now. Poor guy. He's been so much fun lately, and had an excellent birthday with many friends and family. It's a far cry from my post in July, when he wasn't sleeping much and I was hating life. I feel so much less desperate now, like I have grown up more in the past few months. I don't feel like a normal adult--even though the surface things might be the same as many women who stay at home with their kid--most of the time now I don't feel so bad about being a less-than-creative cook, or big-event-only housekeeper. I don't mind so much that I haven't painted in 6 months, and that most of my drawings are designs for crocheted stuff or specific descriptions of groceries when D goes to the store ("chestnuts, one pound, look like (insert drawing here). should be satiny finish and a bit heavy for their size"). It's only when I make plans that are too ambitious that I wind up being disappointed in the slow pace of life with a toddler. Or when he decides to be willful and wastes food at dinner, after a day of pushing my limits.
I don't feel like I am missing out anymore. Even though life is terribly exciting for many people, doing things I would like to do (live in New York, travel, go to museums for an entire day, eat a hot meal :), right now I don't envy them like I used to. Praise God, yet again, for his mercy.
(I am calling the doctor as well, since he was so listless he fell asleep on me, which never happens to this busy guy)
Just off the phone with the doctor, so I know what to do now. Poor guy. He's been so much fun lately, and had an excellent birthday with many friends and family. It's a far cry from my post in July, when he wasn't sleeping much and I was hating life. I feel so much less desperate now, like I have grown up more in the past few months. I don't feel like a normal adult--even though the surface things might be the same as many women who stay at home with their kid--most of the time now I don't feel so bad about being a less-than-creative cook, or big-event-only housekeeper. I don't mind so much that I haven't painted in 6 months, and that most of my drawings are designs for crocheted stuff or specific descriptions of groceries when D goes to the store ("chestnuts, one pound, look like (insert drawing here). should be satiny finish and a bit heavy for their size"). It's only when I make plans that are too ambitious that I wind up being disappointed in the slow pace of life with a toddler. Or when he decides to be willful and wastes food at dinner, after a day of pushing my limits.
I don't feel like I am missing out anymore. Even though life is terribly exciting for many people, doing things I would like to do (live in New York, travel, go to museums for an entire day, eat a hot meal :), right now I don't envy them like I used to. Praise God, yet again, for his mercy.
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So what *did* the doctor say about the evil poop? It reminds me of when K was a toddler, I hope it's not the same issue.
he said don't give him lots of sugar or fruit juice, and don't limit his diet otherwise--if he wants to eat something, let him do it (even if it's fatty stuff). Also to drink pedialyte or similar. pretty gross stuff. but I don't know--I hope it doesn't last as long as the last time (2 weeks!). I am not feeling to hot myself...
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