Storytime with Dorisa: Oskar is the Only One Who Doesn't Like Amoxicillin

Warning: This message is not for the squeamish. Heck, it may not be for anyone because it is exceptionally gross but I need to stay awake for a while yet, so here we go. If you plan on having children, it might be worth a read. If you already have children, you probably won't find it unbearable. If you voluntarily chose not to have children, this is probably one of the reasons why. If you want children and for one reason or another don't have any, I know my complaints are trivial. Here is a video of Oskar in a happy, part healthy state. It is tiny again, but if you click the box in the lower right hand corner it will make it bigger. Resolution is not great.

Coming to you live, from the middle of the night, this is an exhausted mother dealing with an incredibly sick chomper.

It all started on Tuesday. I picked Oskar up from daycare and was informed that he pooped twice that afternoon and that it was probably part of the teething that we are going through. Okay, cool, we know how to deal with poops. In the next 36 hours, his output increased about 12x normal. I'll spare you the details, but it wasn't a great 36 hours. Then, tadaa! He was healed, left with just a little runny nose. Boogers are fun too by the way, not at all something that makes me gag when I have to remove green and yellow globs from my son's face when he wakes up and literally pull strings of boogers out of his nose. The runny nose continues with gusto through Friday and into the evening. Dan was busy so Oskar and I spent Friday night outside relaxing and playing, it was quite pleasant. The evening took a quick turn. Oskar took a bath and finished up and we have been doing this thing where we barrel roll him in a towel from the bathroom to the living room. He LOVES it and he has the heartiest little giggle when we do this. We did one roll and he whimpered a bit, so I picked him up and carried him to the living room to dry off, get diaped and put on pajamas. I usually give him milk at this point to help him wind down but he didn't really take to it. He had a weird burp so I sat him up. I think it was a burp where he threw up a little bit in his mouth. He tried to swallow it again and really struggled with it, and who can blame him? See, my little boy was blessed with his mama's gag reflex. This is not to say “Hooray! Good job Oskar you handled the situation well and now it is over!” This is exactly where it all went to hell.

5 minutes before my doom. Just like Vesuvius, no one saw it coming.

The next minute (felt like 5) was exactly like a vomit fountain. I’m thinking about 3 cups total. Where did it land you ask? Well, I could see that my little guy wasn't feeling the best so he I had him sitting on my lap, facing me while I was patting his back. So I had vomit completely covering my shirt, exercise skirt- pretty much the only vomit that landed on the floor dripped off of me. Oskar hasn't really been sick before. A cold here and there, but before this, besides gagging on a grape I don't even remember him spitting up as a baby. This steady stream of vomit gave him a bit of a fright. No, wait, he was absolutely terrified. He’s crying. Vociferously. A cry that I have never heard before. Usually a mother’s role in this situation would be to give a comforting hug. This mother was literally covered in vomit. Hot, chunky, vomit. Vomit covered mama can’t comfort terrified baby. Mama feels helpless and in a state of shock starts crying and says, “I don’t know what to do...” It is not often that I don’t know what to do. I usually have a solution. Well I came up with one, but it was neither graceful nor dignified.

Sleeping at the doctor's office.

Dan answered my phone call and came home very quickly to help out. Another bath, a shower and a fever followed. His fever was pretty high so we called our nurse hotline on Saturday and they told us to take him in. We took him into urgent care and learned that he was in the beginning stages of an ear infection. We picked up the delicious pink medicine and came home with a pretty happy baby. Had a nap, he woke up with a fever of 103.9. Through all this he isn't eating or drinking much, so that's petty comforting. Talk to nurse friends, wait an hour and the acetaminophen finally kicks in and it comes back down. Crazy, happy, jumping, singing baby. Went to sleep like normal. I went to check his temp after the 4 hour period of acetaminophen: 106.7. I freak out a bit, but try to stay calm. I pick up my baby, bring him out to the living room to try more readings. 103.7 was the most consistent one I think. Oskar had flipped his head over and had made his forehead superficially warm for the first one. More acetaminophen and restless sleeping.

He hasn't been sleeping in his bed well, he prefers the ground next to me, and me on the couch.

He did better on Sunday. Still feverish at times, but I think we are on the upswing. Still not eating or drinking a lot. And the dude hates amoxicillin. WHAT? That is insane. The next 9 days of getting him to take this stuff twice a day will be awesome.

On to more exciting things! I have completed some projects. The bedroom remodel is complete. I still need some things on the walls, a mirror, and a couple other things, but it I think it is looking pretty good.