sick

Sometimes I think I might have been thrust into this motherhood business a little too quickly. Yesterday I pulled my first all-nighter-
with-a-sick-
baby. Sam started having brown spit up around midnight, and he quickly soiled a whole load of laundry with his spit up escapades. I tried lying him down to sleep twice, but he would wake himself up with gagging a few minutes later and then proceed to spit up over all of his blankets, mattress, etc.

So I just stayed up with him, holding him while he slept and trying to keep his body vertical if he started to gag. I watched one movie and part of "Super Size Me" online (thanks to E for posting that link on Ixoj's blog). And I cleaned up a lot of spit up.

Poor little guy.

We took him to the doctor today and she gave us some medicine for him. He also might have some intestinal infection; when the doctor left the room for a minute, Sam messed his pants and his diaper was full of green mucous. Since then, his diapers have returned to normal (does anyone else think that baby poop looks like tikki masala?), so I hope everything has cleared itself up. He hasn't had any more brown spit up too, which was good. I was really worried - partially because I read in one place online that a baby should go to the ER if they have brown spit up. Luckily for Sam, it doesn't look like his problem was due to intestinal blockage.

So, another "I have never" event can be crossed off of my list. I have had my first sick child. I didn't know it would be so hard to see my little guy so uncomfortable and unhappy.