Sofie's getting better. She woke up not feeling great today but rallied a few times throughout the day enough to get down and play a little. In between these bouts, she cried miserably for SIX HOURS. The previous two days she was too sick and tired to make a peep, but now she's feeling better enough to complain and moan and be demanding. So it was a hard day.
Brett came home to find me having a total meltdown about the fact that she Will. Not. Eat. It's been three days since she had a meal, which wouldn't be so bad if she'd drink the freaking electrolyte formula that's supposed to replenish her systems, but she won't have that either. Or juice. Or anything except minute amounts of water.
I wrestled her into her high chair tonight and laid out a variety of tempting options. Pudding. Jello. Baby food. Bananas. Rice. Ham. Would she have any of them? No. Instead she sobbed and cried and thrashed and sobbed until I pretty much cried too. I feel like I'm starving her. I know it's ok if kids don't eat for a couple days, but not drink either?? How many days of this can she take?
In the end, she ate: one raisin. About ten grains of rice. A quarter of a snack bar. Add in the ten bunny crackers (very small) she ate for breakfast and that's her total consumption for the day.
Of course, once Brett walked in the door, she turned into perky, healthy kid, all smiles and play, making an apparent liar out of me when I tried to tell him how bad the day had been and why I was dissolving into a puddle of goo. "She wo-wo-won't eat!" I sobbed. "I got her pu-pu-pudding!!! What kind of kid won't eat pudding??"
He was bewildered, to say the least. Especially with Sofie happily stacking animals on his knee.
"She cried for SIX HOURS!" I said. "And she's pooping her pants RIGHT NOW! From one raisin!"
They both looked at me like *I* was losing my mind. So I gave up.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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Oh poor you. Now that my two are grown up I can look back at those times with a rueful grin. I'm convinced that babies are born with a built-in manipulation gene. I do so hope that Sofie is a bit better today and that you can get some much needed rest.
Megan, for what it's worth, you've done an amazing job evoking the suspended-in-time sensation that a parent experiences when a child contracts a stomach bug. So vivid was it, that you flashed me back to the winter of '04, when our children relayed their way through a vomiting illness...making our family surrender an entire week to the struggles you've described so well. I basically took up residence on the sofa with some child or other alongside me, bucket at the ready. You have done a super job encouraging Sofie to find normal again--I hope today sees marked improvements.
I hope Brett got busy changing the one-raisin poopy diaper. Being a mom just kicks your butt sometimes...in between soaring with eagles, I guess.
I hope she feels better soon, it hard on both of you. Very stressful when they wont eat. maybe she will eat for Brett, I know my husband can get the little one to do things at times he will refuse to do for me.
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