Yesterday was kind of a rough day.  I had another mother and baby over for a play date.  I was pretty excited about it, because it was our first one-on-one get-together, and I really like the mom, and the baby is less than two weeks older than L.  However, I got a really bad headache right around the time they showed up, and Advil really just did not seem to do anything.  Anyway, I didn’t want to cancel, because I’m really busy with working now, and we hadn’t gotten together before, so I basically toughed it out, but I was really glad when they were leaving.  Just as they were about to walk out the door, L puked all over me.  The basically projectile vomited everything in her stomach – I thought.  It was all over the living room carpet, her clothes and my clothes.  The mom and baby left, I stripped us both to the skin and we took a bath and shower and re-dressed.  I came back out to the living room to clean up, and she puked again, less this time, but still enough to make another significant carpet mess.  Cue clothes change #2.  At this point B got home, which was great, and he took her long enough to get puked on himself.  Hurray!  Anyway, I nursed her at that point, and she seemed to feel better.   Still, it was really tough caring for her while feeling like crap myself.  B had to work, so he couldn’t really help much.  The problem with baby sickness is of course that sickness is contagious so you’re often sick while caring for the babe.  So often, the best way to comfort her is to nurse her, which, of course, only I can do.  Thank goodness she felt better quickly.  Obviously something she ate did not agree with her.  Our nanny has been much more food-adventurous with L than I had been, and I’d been kind of watching and letting her do it, thinking that it might not be a bad thing, but I think we’re going to be a bit more cautious going forward.

We’ve been lucky with L’s sickness.  She’s only had fevers as a reaction to vaccines.  She’s had one cold, with just a couple bad days.  She has only thrown up before yesterday after taking her thrush medicine, which of course was months ago.  Anyway, hopefully our good luck will continue.  I feel so helpless and really, really worried when she’s sick.  She’s still so little – maybe 18 pounds, if that.  I wish I could snap my fingers and double her weight.

Preferred sleeping position: rump in the air.