Day 219: Spit Happens

About 9 o'clock, I went to change Lil Bit into her pajamas and her diaper that she'd been wearing for hours and hours, was nearly dry. I knew she hadn't been very hungry and had pushed away her bottle a few times, but a dry diaper was worrisome.

My mom lives in Eastern time zone so I didn't want to call her or my sister, the nurse. I called my mother-in-law instead. She did suggest juice, which I have never given her. Fruit juice is mostly junk disguised as healthy. If I want her to have the benefits of the fruit, I will feed her the fruit, but in desperation, I fill a sippy cup with a few ounces of V-8 Splash and watered it down. She drank about an ounce of that and then was willing to try her bottle again.

I thought, YAY, but not so much. A few minutes into the bottle, she coughed, and the cough quickly turned into a full on regurgitation. She was covered in it, her high chair was covered in it and some of the carpet. I carried her, dripping, into the bathroom and sat her fully dressed in her little tub, no water. I soaked up the worst of it so it wouldn't spread and went back into the bathroom, stripped her down and gave her a second bath for the day.

Of course, she wasn't ready for bed then, feeling yucky. So again, all best intentions aside, I went to bed very late. I know life isn't controllable and a baby being sick is inevitable, but motherhood is definitely some tricky stuff. As soon as I feel like I have a stage licked or have everything under control, something changes. These past two weeks have just been a nightmare about 70% of the time with her at home. And most of the 30% has been when she is sleeping~  ugh.

The house is a disaster, I have more random piles of crap laying around than I ever allow myself and toys have taken over the living room. Christmas is still in full swing. Although I may take down the wreath on the front door, so the neighbors don't know it is still Dec. 24 in my house. I barely have enough energy to survive each day, much less find any to exercise or get to one of the many procrastinated tasks around the house.

I plan to put her to bed early tomorrow, so that I have time to take care of a few things, but as we saw tonight, SPIT HAPPENS and in motherhood, the only guarantee is that you never know what is coming next.