Second Wind
Warning - there's a lot of poo in this post.
On Thursday afternoon Theo's bottom suddenly exploded. After this had happened three times in close succession I decided that he probably had a stomach bug. That night he went to bed exhausted, crashed out immediately and then woke, bellowing, at 8pm - Adrian went to investigate and found him covered head to toe in vomit. There is almost nothing worse than having a child vomiting in their bed at night. We stripped him off, put him in the bath, took the bed sheets off, covered the mattress with a towel, found new bedclothes and got him back to sleep. I was prepared for a long night ahead. But that was it - no more vomit, no more diarrhea. The next day was Friday and I decided it was probably best to keep him home - although he hadn't been sick again he was obviously not well and I decided to go with the 'keep them away for 24 hours after they were last sick' rule. He spent most of the day slumped on me and ate nothing.
Then on Saturday he seemed fully recovered -apart from the fact that he was constantly letting off the vilest farts ever to come out of such a tiny little bottom. I put this down to post-stomach bug effects and we went out to buy him a (belated) birthday present - a sandpit. He then spent a few hours happily splashing about in his sandpit (we had to fill it with water as ELC had run out of sand) and that afternoon we all went off to Esme's party.
At the party he did seem a bit subdued, but he can sometimes find groups of people overwhelming so it wasn't unusual behaviour. He was continuing to expel toxic gas, which I was was merrily explaining away to anyone who happened to be near me, when I suddenly realised that the hand I had supporting his bottom was rather warm and damp. He'd managed to poo right out of his nappy, all over his shorts and all over my shirt. I cleaned us up as best I could and went back out, starting to feel slightly alarmed that I seemed to have brought a sick baby to a childrens party. Luckily my friends are very good about things like poo, sick babies and poisonous farts.
In the car on the way home, approaching East Dulwich, I commented that Theo was looking rather pale, which he responded to by vomiting all down his front and over his car seat. At home, we put him straight to bed and went out to sit on our new garden bench and enjoy a glass of wine. Adrian popped in to get a jumper and came out, looking rather alarmed, to say that Theo's room absolutely stank. I went up to investigate and was hit by the smell as soon as I got to the top of the stairs - how such a small boy can make such a terrible, terrible stench I just don't know. I changed his nappy again and hoped for the best.
Luckily that has been it (so far, at least). He's not completely himself and he has no apetite at all but he hasn't been sick again and his bottom has calmed down. But I would like to apologise right now if he has passed this on to anyone from Esme's party on Saturday... I'm sorry! I really thought he was over it.
On Thursday afternoon Theo's bottom suddenly exploded. After this had happened three times in close succession I decided that he probably had a stomach bug. That night he went to bed exhausted, crashed out immediately and then woke, bellowing, at 8pm - Adrian went to investigate and found him covered head to toe in vomit. There is almost nothing worse than having a child vomiting in their bed at night. We stripped him off, put him in the bath, took the bed sheets off, covered the mattress with a towel, found new bedclothes and got him back to sleep. I was prepared for a long night ahead. But that was it - no more vomit, no more diarrhea. The next day was Friday and I decided it was probably best to keep him home - although he hadn't been sick again he was obviously not well and I decided to go with the 'keep them away for 24 hours after they were last sick' rule. He spent most of the day slumped on me and ate nothing.
Then on Saturday he seemed fully recovered -apart from the fact that he was constantly letting off the vilest farts ever to come out of such a tiny little bottom. I put this down to post-stomach bug effects and we went out to buy him a (belated) birthday present - a sandpit. He then spent a few hours happily splashing about in his sandpit (we had to fill it with water as ELC had run out of sand) and that afternoon we all went off to Esme's party.
At the party he did seem a bit subdued, but he can sometimes find groups of people overwhelming so it wasn't unusual behaviour. He was continuing to expel toxic gas, which I was was merrily explaining away to anyone who happened to be near me, when I suddenly realised that the hand I had supporting his bottom was rather warm and damp. He'd managed to poo right out of his nappy, all over his shorts and all over my shirt. I cleaned us up as best I could and went back out, starting to feel slightly alarmed that I seemed to have brought a sick baby to a childrens party. Luckily my friends are very good about things like poo, sick babies and poisonous farts.
In the car on the way home, approaching East Dulwich, I commented that Theo was looking rather pale, which he responded to by vomiting all down his front and over his car seat. At home, we put him straight to bed and went out to sit on our new garden bench and enjoy a glass of wine. Adrian popped in to get a jumper and came out, looking rather alarmed, to say that Theo's room absolutely stank. I went up to investigate and was hit by the smell as soon as I got to the top of the stairs - how such a small boy can make such a terrible, terrible stench I just don't know. I changed his nappy again and hoped for the best.
Luckily that has been it (so far, at least). He's not completely himself and he has no apetite at all but he hasn't been sick again and his bottom has calmed down. But I would like to apologise right now if he has passed this on to anyone from Esme's party on Saturday... I'm sorry! I really thought he was over it.
posted by solveig at
9:13 pm
2 Comments:
Oh dear! This sounds really bad, poor little Theo! Hope he's much better now!
We had that once as well that I thought Yannick was over a bug and then threw up again. I had made the mistake to give him milk... After that he was on a dairy free diet for three days or so and got very slowly better. No more being sick or similar, just no appetite for several days.
Well, I'm still fine so hopefully everyone else has been too. hope he's better now. x
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