4.29.2008

Sacrifices

On Monday morning I awoke around 4 AM thinking I had heard Connor. I heard another cry and thought, "Oh dear." I dragged myself out of bed to find a bomb of throw-up had exploded in Connor's room. Usually Byron doesn't hear Connor in the night and hence doesn't get up, but this time I needed back-up. The lights came on and a call for Dad was made and we were all up working on the mess. I felt so bad for Connor as he was clearly traumatized by the whole thing. He kept on telling us he had thrown-up fruit snacks. I thought, "Yep, and a whole lot else little buddy." Byron worked on the bedding while I worked on cleaning up Connor. I stayed up with Connor watching Finding Nemo to see if he would throw up again and to wait for the wash to finish so I could put it in the dryer. We had one more "experience" but then Connor went down fine again at 5 and slept till 10:00--good buddy! He was hungry and asking for food when he woke up so I started him off on a few plain Chex and about an ounce of apple juice. He was keeping the food down but the diarrhea started. Joy. So while I was on my hands and knees cleaning up poopy diapers and the poop I found on the floor, Connor seemed happy and doing much better. I let myself think, "Oh good, looks like we're getting past the worst of it." Why do I think things like that? I came back into the front room after having thrown in another load of dirty laundry when I saw "the look". I've seen "the look" too many times to mistake it for anything else so I picked up Connor, threw his last clean blankie to the side to save it from the oncoming on-slaught, and ran to the kitchen with Connor facing away from me. We were rounding the corner and had almost made it to the sink when it came...the throw-up. Big time. I proceeded to slip and fall in the fresh throw-up but somehow managed to keep Connor off the floor and safe. In the process though I hit my knee and elbow really hard on the floor (I have a nice blue bump to show for it) and I hit a fold up table we have (it was folded up leaning against the cabinets) and it fell on my foot, ouch. By the time I got us off the floor the throw-up episode had passed and we were both covered in it. As a true mother, I didn't feel the throw-up or shots of pain until after Connor was clean and comforted. Then I sat down and just had to laugh. Wow, talk about the low point of the day. I was so exhausted that I let the throw-up dry on me while I cleaned up the kitchen and Connor, and then fell fast asleep in my non-made bed when Connor went down for a nap. When I woke up and realized the grotesque state I was in, I hopped in the shower and then washed ALL of our bedding. Ahhh, it felt good to be clean again. I told my friend that story and she said I had earned some "Mommy Stripes" that day. We really are willing to sacrifice anything for our kids. I really do love being Connor's Mom.

11 comments:

Carol Reynolds said...

Hey,
I'm really glad to be one of your "blog buddies" just in time to read such a fascinating story! Ugh! What a time you had! I hope everyone has recovered by now, and that there haven't been any more disasters! If so, just start carrying a pan around with you like my mother used to do in similar challenging circumstances.
Bob and I had the time of our lives with you guys last week! Thank you for picking out THE PERFECT dinner spot, and for lavishing so much of your valuable time on us. Byron, I hope your finals went well, and that the move will be smooth and easy. Kristi, take good care of yourself. And Connor, just keep being the darling little boy you are!
Love forever,
Carol

Tiff said...

You really need to save this blog to show Connor when he asks for a raise in his allowance. Or anything else in life.

Ash & Jon said...

Oh Kristi! I both laughed and cried as I read this post. Now THAT constitutes a post worth reading! I hope you and Connor are both doing better.

Jules and P-Dog said...

I feel for you! We just had the yucky episode with our family! Not fun when a two year old is projectile vomiting--you can't exactly tell them to run to the toilet! glad connor is feeling better!

John & Laura said...

You deserve a lot more than a few mommy stripes for that one. Glad you could laugh about it, and I can't believe you could fall asleep with it on you. But maybe that's just my heightened sense of smell talking. I dunno. Did he have many more "episodes" after this? Is he feeling better?

melissa said...

Oh, Kristi! I'm so sorry you had such a rotten morning. You looked tired so tired on Sunday I almost handed you a pillow. I hope he gets better soon and you can come out and play. Let me know if you ever need a break. We'd be happy to have him over.

Chelsea Monet said...

I hope that if this ever happens to me I can be a mommy like you.
I think it would take a couple days to go by before I could sit down and laugh about it. :)

chelsea

Jennifer S. said...

"Mommy Stripes"? Try Mommy Medal of Honor! This story is good ammo for a later date, like when he's a mouthy teenager and won't clean his room or refuses to run an errand for you...

Amy said...

OK...I just laughed so hard reading that story! Man I've been there. Well...I've never slipped in throw up, but Gwen did. I remember she was running to the bathroom and threw up on the way and slipped in it and she was covered! Ugh!

Anyway...sorry, but makes for a good story!

Greg and Tammy said...

What a story!! All these wonderful things I have to look forward to. And I thought a little spit-up was bad. :)

Lindsey Loo said...

good thing Mothers Day is this weekend!
your friend was right!!
hope that he is feelin better, poor guy!