Poor little G was sick today; I'm not sure what he ate that disagreed with him so much (the minuscule crumb of egg yolk? The quarter cup of yoghurt? Something he stuck in his mouth when I wasn't looking?) but when it came back up it brought everything else with it. From about noon til five today all he did was throw up, cry, and (thankfully) sleep. He was such a pitiful little bundle, all pale and sleepy. He slept in my arms part of the afternoon and Shpresa held him the other half of the afternoon. At about 5:30 he nursed and kept it down, so I nursed him again then at 6:00 and then we put him to bed. He's still sleeping (it's almost 9) so I'm hoping we're in the clear.
The Gift of Disruption
1 year ago
1 comment:
o poor thing. a sick baby is the most pitiful thing. I hope he's healing.
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