Occasionally (and I mean very occasionally) Isobel will spit up after doing some tumbling or jumping or other vigorous activity after downing a 16 oz bottle. This is very rare as she never was much of a spit-up-y baby, but she’s so active that occasionally it does happen. Immediately after she barfs she always looks at me and says “Uh-oh!” As in, “Uh oh, Mama! There goes my stomach contents!”
So the other day when Isobel barfed on me and then said, “Uh-oh!” I just thought it was a result of all the climbing she had been doing. Little did I know that that innocent barf was the start of the vomit-pocalypse to come.
Fortunately fate dealt a compassionate hand and Isobel threw up a total of three or four times within a span of about three days. She still has some pretty awful diarrhea and it’s a week in, but granted, it could have been a whole lot worse.
The day after Isobel barfed on me I woke up not feeling so great. I felt exhausted, run down, and depressed. I had just lost Peaches and thought that was the cause. Isobel seemed to be doing better so we went about our day. I kept feeling worse and worse. Luckily my Mom was going to stop by for a few hours to watch the baby while Anthony and I worked. I started puking the moment she rang the doorbell.
I’m not sure if I got it worse than Isobel because I’m older or if it’s because I have Crohn’s disease, but the next 48 hours were nothing but a feverish blur of puking, taking meds, restlessly turning, and trying to keep liquids down. My body burned with fever and inflammation. I lost track of how many times I threw up after number eleven. The whole time I kept thinking, thank god Isobel doesn’t have it this bad. We’d have to go to the emergency room for sure.
I have very rarely been that sick before and more than once I thought I was going to end up in the ER needing a steroid shot but fortunately I am feeling much better. My poor Mother, however? Is now in the throes of vomit-pocalypse.
On the bright side, getting over the vomit-pocalypse has done wonders for my mental state. Depressed? Me?! I’m just so fucking glad I’m not puking!
Before I got all nasty sick I took these photos of Isobel when we were just hanging out with Dad in the library. She’s wearing a dress her cousin gave her and it’s my mission in life to take her to the aquarium in this dress. (If I want to brave four hours in the car with a toddler. Which I’m not sure I want to do.) But how cute is that dress?!
The next two shots were pure random; just me holding the camera up and away from my face and clicking.
Isobel took this shot herself. Her very first self-portrait!
I’m still pretty weak but I’m recovering. Thanks for all the good wishes on Twitter, everybody.