This post is coming much later than planned, but I just had to document some of the events that took place a few weeks ago. It was the day after Thanksgiving. We had gone to my grandma's for a wonderful German dinner. Max's appetite was noticeably smaller, but I just figured he was too distracted to eat by all the people there. (Getting kids to eat when other kids are running around and playing is next to impossible, but that's a whole separate post) We got home and went to bed as normal. He woke up around 2 for a feeding, again very normal. Then, as I went to lay him down he started to cry a cry that I have never heard before. Tired and confused, I handed him to Todd for a minute. Within seconds he puked up violently all over our bed!! While I tore all the bedding off of our bed, Todd gave him a bath. The rest of the night continued in this way. Todd and I took turns holding him out in the living room with a towel. At around 4am, Todd went to get pedialyte. Max sucked it down fast, which was a mistake because within 5 minutes it all came up. The next few days & nights were miserable, especially for poor Max. We took him to the doctor's on Sunday and again on Wednesday and they really couldn't tell us much except for a few tips to keep him hydrated.
I was amazed Lizzie hadn't gotten sick. However, something else happened to her which, can only be described as hilarious in my opinion. It is SUPER stressful to have a baby throwing up at any given time without ANY warning. One of these times in particular was when I was holding him in the kitchen, trying to get a quick peek at my e-mails. He threw up all over the kitchen floor as I struggled to get him to the sink. He continued to vomit. Lizzie was playing in her room, so I asked her to stay in there and warned her not to come out because Max had puked. Lizzie replied, "OK Mom?" I told her again, but at this point she must have been curious. She came running into the kitchen only to slip and fall right over the barfy mess. She sat there stunned for a minute as I hurried to clean Max up and put him down for a nap. She looked down at her hands which were covered with barf and started to gag immediately. I told her to calmly walk to my bathroom so she could have a bath. I could have let that incident really put me over the top of my stress level, but instead I just had to laugh.
She did end up getting sick almost the day Max got better, but luckily when Lizzie gets sick it never lasts more than 2 days. Poor Max on the other hand, was very ill for about a week. (that week felt like a month) The nice thing about older kids being sick, is they kinda know when the vomit is coming. She would cover her mouth with her hand exactly 3 seconds before it came up EVERY time. That was nice. There was less mess that way. She also remains is great spirits when she's sick, so that's kinda nice too.
Here are a few things I learned and found to be very helpful for kids with the flu:
1. Chicken or beef broth is better than pedialyte because salt is lost when they are dehydrated (it stayed down better too)
2. Coconut water (from Trader Joe's) tastes gross, so is hard for them to drink, but has less sugar than gatorade or pedialyte, and is still filled with electrolytes
3. Peppermint oils, rubbed on the feet and also smelled from my hands helps with the nausea and vomiting
4. Big bowls are great to keep close at hand (learned that one from my mama)
5. Finally, though we don't promote children under 2 watching tv/movies, "Finding Nemo" seems to do the trick for lulling a sick child back to sleep in the middle of the night. It worked for Lizzie and now Max too!
Good luck to anyone who has a sick child at some point. It is inevitable and will inevitably happen a dozen more times. The best thing to do is keep your sense of humor around, because with all the gross, stressful and not-fun things you have to deal with, you may as well have a few laughs along the way. :)
