This isn’t an inspiring post. Just another day as a mom post. We had a long night in the Relbot household last night. It was actually terrifying at times. I’m actually surprised the computer that  I’m typing on is still in working order after Patrick threw it on the ground trying to run upstairs while I screamed for his help.

Please stop reading if vomit makes you vomit. 

Rewind. Yesterday was a great day. B slept in (WHAT?), then he took very very long naps and was rather laid back all day. We just contributed it all to a growth spurt. What parent doesn’t rejoice when their child sleeps in and then takes long naps and doesn’t cry all day?! All was great through dinner and bedtime. He went down a little early and I rejoiced again at a laid back bedtime routine and the chance to get some work done in my office.

I put B down and he immediately fell asleep and I went into my office to work on some sessions. I always have Dropcam (our baby monitor) pulled up in another tab and will periodically check on him to make sure he’s still sleeping. After about 30 minutes, I could hear B rolling around. I went in, straightened out his covers, pulled him back to the bottom of the crib and he fell back asleep. Back to my office I went. I then heard him cough so I pulled up the dropcam tab and I couldn’t get to him fast enough. Dropcam is delayed by a few seconds so I was actually able to see him cough and then he started projectile vomiting.

B hasn’t been sick at all in the past 8 months. Not a cold, not an ear ache, nothing. I don’t take any supermom credit for this, it actually has completely surprised us. So when I see my son projectile vomiting, you can be assured I was in full panic mode. B doesn’t sleep with the lights on so when I first went in his room, my first thought was oh my gosh, he’s spit up blood. It was a dark orange and it was everywhere. I screamed for Patrick and he dropped everything, including the computer to run upstairs. Patrick knows my screams. He knows my PLEASE COME KILL THIS SPIDER scream and my something is horribly wrong scream.

There was vomit everywhere. In the crib, on his blankets, all over him, all over me. EVERYWHERE. In the moment though, you don’t care. I grabbed him, held him to my chest and let him continue to vomit all over me. It just didn’t matter.

So, into the bathroom we went where we both stripped off our vomit covered clothing and Patrick gave B a bath. We repeated our bedtime routine, thinking that it was the end of it but no. After about 5 minutes of nursing, again there was projectile vomiting everywhere. It’s like someone hooked up a fire hose to B’s mouth and was spraying stomach contents all over me, the rocking chair, his clothes again… my clothes again… It was horrible. My poor baby would go slouchy limp after every time he would vomit. At that point I told Patrick we should go to the ER. I wasn’t afraid over the fact that he was vomiting, I was more afraid that I couldn’t nurse him without him vomiting. I was afraid dehydration would set in. We called the after hours nurse who gave us instructions on how to nurse him, when we should consider an ER trip etc. We settled in for a long night and this mama got very little sleep.

I told you this wasn’t going to be an inspirational post. Just a blog post about Bennett’s first time getting sick. We are praying for a better day today because we have SO much going on this weekend including birthday parties, weddings and cookouts.

That’s the thing. When your child is sick, everything else doesn’t matter. Say a prayer for Mr. B if you get the chance. No vomit this morning, we are just waiting for him to re hydrate and give us some good pee diapers. 🙂