breifly - a couple, maybe 3 weeks ago, we had the Week of Vomit.
Ian started Saturday night. (Babies, it seems, are weirdly non-plussed by throwing up, though it freaks their poor mothers the F out. He had never thrown up before! I was busily paging through The 3am Book, a resource that tells you, in effect, when to take your kid to the emergency room. 3am, I'm sitting in bed, hyperventilating, trying to read this book. Ian, having surrendered his stomach contents and now feeling utterly fabulous, is standing beside me, naked, trying to wrestle the book out of my hands because it has a picture of a dog - a boy hugging a dog - on the cover."DAAAAH!!! he yells, and slaps the book.)
(So, while I may remember the night as the start of the Week of Vomit, Ian will recall it as the night that Mama wouldn't let him read the Dog Book. She's so mean.)
Anyway, he felt better immediately. I took the Tues-Wed-Thurs shift, and then Eric came in to finish the week strong, narrrowly missing a trip to the ER for intravenous fluids.
That was also the week that Betsy Misplaced the $600 Drugs. (I found them eventually.) They're actually very effective - it's a special anti-nausea drug that dissolves in your mouth, so you don't have to be able to keep water down in order to take them. They're rather miraculous. Chemo patients take them. Chemo patients, and my husband.
It's a good thing we have some left over.
Friday, February 09, 2007
i am aware that this is not a great photo. It's blurry. But it truly captures the feeling of shoe shopping with a one-year-old.
I was laughing so hard that I did not have the phyical strength the get up from my spot (LYING ON MY BACK ON THE FLOOR of the shoe aisle, gasping for breath) to chase him.
You may have to look at the photo a time or two before you notice a pertinatt detail:
he's not wearing any pants.