An Inauspicious Event: Required Bathing

Last night at 10:30 PM Nolan was chirpily pouring a plastic bucket of slightly vomit-y water on my head while thoughtfulling carolling "Cwose you eyes!!!!!!"

How did this arise? Well, after a few poor starts we went to bed at 930, but Nolan was on his third bottle - and if I had been drinking last night, I would have been too- when a big burp became a startlingly large vomit. Times three. Looked like in addition to the third milk, he'd been scarfing teddy grahams and drinking juice at some point as well....I later found the teddy grahams on the pantry floor. So, just pure system overload.

So, his hair and jammies vomit plastered, crying hysterically, noliebear and I go into the bath room where I am hugging him (icky, but- he's my kid, and upset) and trying to strip of the pyjamas and he freaks out utterly and completely at the tub running, AND at taking of the pyjamas. This is not optional, so it gets a but difficult- literally vomit squelching everywhere during the process. Finally I strip down too and get in the tub with him, which is so unexpected he stops crying- and eventually we calm down. Then it's so fun I can't get him out until the water is pretty cold, but it buys time to strip and remake the bed and start laundry.

The tub was fun, actually, but I noticed the vomit made the bubbles break down quickly, and that curdled milk shreds were coating the surface of the water. Well, people do milk baths, and use acidic skin lotions (like uremol)...so, gastric contents and milk may be the next big thing in bath products.

We did smell clean at the end, I tried to rinse with clean water as best as I could....whatever. It was worth it for the "Cwose your eyes" said in the same tone I use when rinsing him- I am still laughing.

Maybe I'll start sleeping in Nolans bed, though, less bedding to change when things go wrong.

Long time no see

Last two posts about injuries and illness, and here's another health update....took Noliebug in to ER with croup 2 weeks ago- it was horrifying really, 39 temp, red faced, muffled voice, piteous crying with stridorous gasps, exhausted but awaking short of breath- tried the Tylenol, cold air, steaming stuff but what finally fixed him was 10mg of dexamethasone, and a nap on a stretcher in emergency with my lying protectively and uncomfortably with him until 0300h when we were discharged home. He hated the nurses, doctors and whole scene a lot and actually desaturated (oxygenation dropped) when approached by health care workers, which is more than a little ironic. On the other hand, he's never had any significant illness before this except for a few vomits and runny noses.

Of course, I then got the same virus and am up at night coughing STILL.

Nolan is recovered completely and has been chatty and active and funny, and occasionally suddenly demonically possessed in the way of toddlers who are thwarted from their nefarious and intricate plans. He is singing a lot, and is still all about polcanos and eggs and Dora.

Few interesting points -to me anyway:

Apparently he looked up at a plane in the sky and said "Where is it going?" to Mike, which seemed like sophisticated thinking from a toddler

He voluntarily ate a Fishermans' Friend lozenge. Mike bought them. I have never, in my most desperate moments, considered ingesting one of those revolting things- they smell like tar and eucalyptus- and so did Nolan, all last night.

He is signed up for preschool (T-Th mornings) next year. I had to enter a lottery on Monday night, a slighly competitive but pleasant affair of parents smiling through gritted teeth...amazingly we got the last spot for the prized morning slot, 4th pick out of 20-odd families. Luckily they switched to lottery rather than the line up outside 1 day in advance method, which seems crazier still.

Preschool. Can you believe it?

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