Books, Books and More Books!

Jack has been sick for over a month now. It all began in January, right before we went home to to Minnesota. He started having loose stools. As many as 6 a day. When we got to Minnesota it only got worse. The loose stools turned into explosive, watery blowouts that couldn't be contained. He would sometimes have as many as three outfit changes a day and not to add, countless diaper changes. You can only imagine how red his adorable little booty was. Then on our third night home, when Matt and I were out with his college roommate, he started vomiting in the late hours of the night. This was the very first time this has ever happened and though I felt horrible that as his mother that I wasn't there to comfort him, my in-laws reported that he didn't even cry when it happened. My mother in-law, Patty went into the bedroom where he was sleeping to check on him around 11, and when she went in there she could instantly smell vomit. When she checked his crib sheets it was EVERYWHERE. When she went to change his pajamas and sheets, it didn't seem to phase him, and he peacefully returned back to sleep. Being that he was calm throughout the entire situation, she chose not to call me, which at the time made me very upset, but in the grand scheme of things, it was probably for the best, since sadly I was in no shape to care for him, due to the fact that we were already 3 sheets to the wind. Just to clarify, I was only out boozing it up because we were home in Minnesota and had lots of people to care for Jack. I rarely ever drink anymore. The older I get, the more I realize that there is really no point, especially now that I am a mom and don't get time to veg out and recover from a hangover the next day. Getting back to my story, right before Patty came to pick us up from the bars, she checked on Jack and noticed it happened AGAIN. Once she finished cleaning up the mess and put Jack back to sleep, she came to get us and told us what had happened. I felt extremely guilty and instantly broke into tears. When we arrived back at their place, I stumbled up the stairs to Jack's room, stared at him for several minutes and passed out right next to his crib. He didn't vomit again.

The blowouts and diarrhea continued for the remainder of our trip,with the most memorable occurrence taking place right as were boarding the plane to go home. Matt had boarded first with the majority of our luggage, including the diaper bag to install his car seat. Meanwhile, as Jack and I were in line to board the plane, I started to smell something funky and all of a sudden, poop was everywhere and by everywhere I mean, down his legs, on his socks and shoes, in my hands, on my sweatshirt, EVERYWHERE! In true Jack fashion, it couldn't have happened at a more inconvenient time. Being that Matt had the diaper bag, way at the back of the plane, I had no choice but to board the confined aircraft to retain a diaper. I could just see disgust, the "hey I've been there," and the "oh, this is gonna a lonnnng flight,"on the faces of all my fellow passengers. When I sighted Matt, I shouted to him, "get a diaper, a scented bag, and lots of wipes and meet me in the bathroom!" Realizing that the crew was waiting on us to take our seats, so the plane could depart, we used our super parent powers and performed what seemed like the fastest, messiest diaper change in history.

When we finally landed in Providence and were waiting for Matt to pull the car up, Jack managed to throw up all over me and since where used all of the wipes for the plane mishap, I had no choice but to clean it up with his blanket. Pretty sure I am not setting foot in another airport for a long time, sorry family.

The diarrhea went on for another week after we got home.  Then a week after symptoms had disappeared, just when we thought we had reached the light had the end of the tunnel, Things started up all over again, making a nasty vengeance. Once again it started with vomiting, followed by lots and lots of watery, explosive poop EVERYWHERE.  POOR GUY! We have been to the doctor and were told that there is nothing we can do expect continue to wait, feed him a tons of carbs and make sure he is getting plenty of fluids and rest. I am beginning to think this is never gonna end and we are gonna go broke from having to buy a new box of diapers every week.

Anyway, the point of my rant is not to talk about poop, but to talk about the fact that all he has wanted to do lately is cuddle and read, which lucky for me, isn't so bad. Here are some of Jack's latest and greatest.

I think he likes one for its song. Every time I sing it he gets bashful and it's adorable.

This one is fun, especially since we have 2 dogs and he is obsessed with them.

 

Matt actually has to hide this one because he asks for it so much.

We own 3 of his books, but this one is  definitely his favorite.

When asked to point something out from this book, 9 times out of 10, he usually gets it right. For example if I say, "Jack where's the backhoe loader?" He points to it, without hesitation. Yup. He's a genius.

This one doesn't come as a surprise, since Jack is CRAZY about Elmo.

 Bedtime Story time with baby and Nae Nae. Best part of my day.

 Backhoe!