"Charlie, time to get dressed."
Charlie: "Charlie need more strawberry milk."
Me: "OK, lets get dressed first." I find him an outfit and get his pj shirt off and his new shirt on.
Charlie: cough, cough, barf. "Charlie need clean, fresh shirt, whaaaa."
He puked up his Lucky Charms and strawberry milk all over his carpet (and clean shirt). Then as I rush him to the bathroom he pukes again all over the bathroom floor.
So we apparently made a lot of noise while all this was going on so next thing I hear is Annie crying. Perfect. I clean up the barf, get Charlie dressed, cancel our play date at the children's museum and start nursing the baby.
Oh and I chalk the sickness up to the fact that his super-mom fed him Lucky Charms and strawberry milk for breakfast. Looking back, I would have barfed too.
2 seconds later...
Charlie: cough, cough, barf. "Whaaaa."
This time it's just a little apple juice. Again, I'm still not convinced he's sick. I've decided in my head that one of the purple horseshoes reacted badly with the Strawberry Quick he was drinking and exploded in his stomach causing him to throw up. I'm not a doctor or a scientist so in my mind this can and does happen.
So after the baby is fed we go on a walk. I kid you not like 3 steps out the door they're both asleep and it's 10 a.m. Charlie never sleeps at 10 a.m.
So now I'm actually convinced the flu's back. After cuddling on the rocking chair for about 1/2 hour he barfs again. Thank goodness he had his face wrapped in his blankie or I would have been covered.Moral of the post? Life's not under control just yet. The rest of the day has been spent washing puke covered clothes and blankets and trying to nurse an infant with a toddler on my lap.
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Hey, this is Danielle Boley, Tracey's daughter... I thought I should say hi since our mom's are best friends... that, and I HAD to leave you message about Lactation Consultants. I'm not usually one to judge, but all I have to say about their theories is, "F-it." ha ha... (not totally joking) anyway, let me tell you this. Nursing went ok for me, and I don't want to sound like a Dr, but pacifiers have NOTHING to do with nursing. I was freaked out about pacifiers too because of my L.C. (lactaion blah blah)... so I didn't sleep for a while because of it. Finally, my pediatritian handed some out at her 2 week class, and I, with my head down, put it in her mouth. AH HA! a moment of peace! DO IT! DO IT! Don't give up the pacifier! here's the other thing: don't feel bad if you have to quit. It is a really cool thing, but a few of my friends had a bad time going, and they went to bottles and life was happy again. I know you don't know me, but I was shocked reading the hard time they're giving you- not fair! And I had to tell you that yoou are doing an AMAZING job! Keep going!!
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