We've been vomit free since approximately 3am :)
He's been his normal happy active self. Hopefully whatever was in his system is completely gone. No one wants to be sick on their birthday and he already missed one birthday celebration.
It was bound to happen. Truthfully, I'm surprised it hadn't happened up until now. Last night, Mike and I were awoken around midnight to Colin crying; it wasn't his normal cry. Being drained and feeling sick and incredibly comfortable, I suggested to Mike that wait a second to see if he cries a second time. He did. Mike offered to check on him since I had to get up at 6am for work. Hearing him continuing to cry, I feel around for my glasses. Before I can even walk into his bedroom, Mike is calling for me. I immediately knew something was wrong.
Mike brushing past me into the bathroom and before I can even register seeing them, the smell hits me. The smell of vomit. Colin is covered in it; his jammies, his face, running out of his nose, matted in his hair. Mike is holding a towel trying to catch it. I notice his shirt is covered and stained. After getting Colin 'under control', I walked into his bedroom to scope out the scene. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. His entire bed was covered in vomit and unchewed grape pieces.
Fast-forward past numerous book readings, two more sets of jammies, two (or was it 3?) loads of laundry to a very tired Mommy and Daddy. We are sitting in the living room on a blanket which has vomit on one corner. It has to be after 3am and we've been vomit-free for atleast 30 minutes. Our goal is the-1-hour-free point but we are running low on energy which somehow Colin has a lot of. In a desperate attempt to keep him on the blanket, we popped in a Little Einstein's video and he was captivated. He is bouncing between mine and Mike's lap cuddling in a way every parent desires from an active squirmy almost 1 year old. I'm sitting there fighting to stay awake, trying to block out the smells, pushing back the thoughts of how sleep deprived I had already felt before tonight's whooping 2 hours of sleep, and it hits me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This is what parenthood is all about and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
One year ago at this time, I was still pregnant. I still didn't know if Colin was Colin or Lily. I had no clue what this little boy would do to my life. I never in a million years would have thought that while a sweet faced boy with tears pouring down his face was throwing up and he turned to face me seeking comfort, that I gladly would have let him throw up all over me just to make him feel the slightest bit better. Last night as I laid in bed for all 1.5 hours of sleep, I laid there like the first night we brought him home. Was he breathing? What if he choked on his vomit? Should I sleep on the floor in his room? My mind wandered as I thought about how much he has changed over the year ... and so have I.
Mike brushing past me into the bathroom and before I can even register seeing them, the smell hits me. The smell of vomit. Colin is covered in it; his jammies, his face, running out of his nose, matted in his hair. Mike is holding a towel trying to catch it. I notice his shirt is covered and stained. After getting Colin 'under control', I walked into his bedroom to scope out the scene. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. His entire bed was covered in vomit and unchewed grape pieces.
Fast-forward past numerous book readings, two more sets of jammies, two (or was it 3?) loads of laundry to a very tired Mommy and Daddy. We are sitting in the living room on a blanket which has vomit on one corner. It has to be after 3am and we've been vomit-free for atleast 30 minutes. Our goal is the-1-hour-free point but we are running low on energy which somehow Colin has a lot of. In a desperate attempt to keep him on the blanket, we popped in a Little Einstein's video and he was captivated. He is bouncing between mine and Mike's lap cuddling in a way every parent desires from an active squirmy almost 1 year old. I'm sitting there fighting to stay awake, trying to block out the smells, pushing back the thoughts of how sleep deprived I had already felt before tonight's whooping 2 hours of sleep, and it hits me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This is what parenthood is all about and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
One year ago at this time, I was still pregnant. I still didn't know if Colin was Colin or Lily. I had no clue what this little boy would do to my life. I never in a million years would have thought that while a sweet faced boy with tears pouring down his face was throwing up and he turned to face me seeking comfort, that I gladly would have let him throw up all over me just to make him feel the slightest bit better. Last night as I laid in bed for all 1.5 hours of sleep, I laid there like the first night we brought him home. Was he breathing? What if he choked on his vomit? Should I sleep on the floor in his room? My mind wandered as I thought about how much he has changed over the year ... and so have I.
We are home again. While it is nice to be back to our real beds and Colin's things, we desperately miss Florida. Although Orlando was experiencing record colds, it was nice not seeing the snow, feeling the sun against our skin, and not having to bundle up. Colin absolutely loved being down there.
We didn't get back to Grand Rapids until after 2am and I had to work this morning. Momma's tired and I have alot to do before Colin's birthday party but I promise to post more later along with pictures. We "only" took 271 savable pictures which is far less than I would have expected.
Just one picture until I have more time. Colin 'walking' into the water.
We didn't get back to Grand Rapids until after 2am and I had to work this morning. Momma's tired and I have alot to do before Colin's birthday party but I promise to post more later along with pictures. We "only" took 271 savable pictures which is far less than I would have expected.
Just one picture until I have more time. Colin 'walking' into the water.
Mike and I took Colin sledding today in the backyard. He totally loved it. He probably would have loved staying out there longer but Mike and I were pooped. Ok maybe more Mike but he was the one doing most of the pulling.
and here is what happens when curious Colin who loves touching the snow and loves to eat everything tries to eat the snow. Not quite so happy anymore :)
and here is what happens when curious Colin who loves touching the snow and loves to eat everything tries to eat the snow. Not quite so happy anymore :)
I hate posting out of order but I took this video tonight and just can't wait to show it.
We are getting closer ...
We are getting closer ...
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