Tuesday night, Garrett was having tummy troubles again and there was nothing I could do to comfort him. He threw up three times and was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep. He was trying but he would just wake up screaming a few minutes later. It was horrible. I finally brought him into bed with me to see if I could do something to make him feel better. I tried to rub his back, but he didn't want to be touched. He took my hand, placed it on his tummy, and then rolled over. Neither of us slept that night.
He was finally starting to drift off around 6:30, when Bronson came in and woke him up. We all got up and changed clothes. I fixed breakfast. Garrett only ate two bites of his toast. He started falling asleep on the stairs around 10, so I carried him up and put him in his crib. I usually change him back into his pajamas before he takes a nap, I made the mistake of not doing that.
When he woke up before 2, I went into his room and saw poop on the wall.
Yeah. Yesterday SUCKED.
After two baths, more laundry and disinfecting everything upstairs, I came down to feed a now starving Garrett. I made him a protein shake (hemp milk, rice protein, strawberries and bananas) and that was sufficient to fill his little tummy.
He went to bed at 7 pm and woke up at 8 this morning. Today is already a million times better than yesterday.
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