There is nothing worse than a sick baby.
Luckily I think the worst has passed, but this morning
Greyson was one sick and puke-y baby. It’s the worst thing in the world, he gets so panicked and worried and you can only hold him and tell him it’s going to be
ok, while trying to catch the puke in a bowl/towel/your own shirt or whatever is close and can be washed. Which leads to the laundry… by noon I had done about 7 loads and had 3 more baskets lined up and ready to go. Talk about yuck!
Needless to say, he’s been just laying around trying to feel better and I’
ve been cleaning and disinfecting everything he’s touched, breathed on, or looked at. He did manage to eat some crackers, banana and Gatorade a few hours ago and so far so good. Here’s to hoping the worst has past…
(Even when sick and camped out on the couch, he's adorable...)
