Today Is Not What I Planned

This is not the post I had planned on posting today. I had a cute little post written about how my baby boy is 6 months old today. It was all about all of the amazing things he does and how quickly he’s growing. I even had this great picture of him eating his breakfast this morning.

Cute huh? Well, that food he was happily nomming on was prunes mixed with rice cereal. He had been a little clogged up lately so I thought we’d get the plumbing moving.  He actually really enjoyed it and we started getting ready for a big 6 month photo shoot with him and his 2 cousins. All was goo, then we pulled up to the park. I immediately smelled poo so I started to change him on the seat of the car. It was everywhere. All over his cute outfit. I left dad to finish diaper duty as I went to throw away the diaper and talk to the photographer. Then I hear him yelling for me and pulling Noah out of the car. I then see Noah throwing up all over the car and parking lot. We’re talking massive amounts of puke. Now I can not handle puke but it’s amazing how that doesn’t matter when it’s your own kid. So anyways, Noah seems to stop puking so my hubby says he’ll run home and grab some more clothes (I changed him into the 1 spare outfit we had.) My mom, sister, and I then go with the photographer and take the three boys by the pond we want to take photos by. At this point Noah was still smiling and seemed okay. That didn’t last long. It became very clear that pictures were going to have to be rescheduled. We then make our way home. Luckily we only like 5 minutes from this park because Noah was throwing up the whole way. As soon as we got him home he passed out and slept for about an hour and a half. He woke up for about 20 minutes but still had the dry heaves and has now gone back to sleep. So here I sit, in the dark bedroom watching my poor baby sleep. I hate it when he’s sick. Worse, I hate knowing I made him sick. See he had thrown up like this the last time he had  rice cereal but the doc thought it was a stomach bug since he had had cereal in the past and had been fine. Now I know it was the cereal. (Of course I threw it away as soon as I got home.) I feel so guilty.

I know you might not believe me but Noah is pretty much happy  all of the time. I mean sure he has his moments in the car or when he’s hungry or overly tired, but what baby doesn’t? He spends the majority of his day smiling and laughing so it is so hard to see him like this. Poor baby still tries to smile but he just can’t muster up the energy. I don’t know how parents of sick children do it. I’m sure I could find the strength if I had to but I pray every day  I will never have to know what that’s like.  So for now I will sit here in the dark and listen to him breath and pray that he feels better when he wakes up.

Did I mention he was supposed to spend the night at my mom’s while we met a bunch of friends for a baseball game and then drinks for my husbands birthday? This is the second year in a row I have ruined his birthday. Last year I ended up on bed rest after being rushed to the doctor for bleeding. Come to think of it that’s the day we found out that Noah was in fact going to be a Noah and not a Molly or Madison. Now I get to have the guilt of also ruining my husband’s birthday….again. I’m going to go cuddle with my sick baby now.