Sick Pickle

Did you know every third person with brown hair who strongly dislikes cheese supports John McCain? I have one more random poll (although not quite as divisive) for you... 50% of my household is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. I'll give you a hint, one of the members of that group is Isaiah and the other is our cat, Freddy. I don't know when it happen but his eyes get wide and he reaches for me until it is over. Freddy just takes off climbing to the highest surface in our apartment.

So, Isaiah has had a stomach bug the past few days. I should say a stomach monster. He has been pooping and throwing up on virtually every surface of our apartment. Which also means he has had about two baths a day. We have been to see Dr. A almost every day this week because he doesn't want to admit him to the hospital since he is still eating and drinking. Last night, it was horrible! I stayed home with Isaiah today to be sure he continues to drink. Last night all he wanted was breast milk from me which was hard because my milk supply is significantly lower since I have been weening him. To make matters worse, he has a horrible diaper rash. He has never really had one and the doctor assures us it is par for course with a stomach virus. I must say though, I am even more convinced my son is amazing. He is still being his charming self, smiling at the doctors and patients in the doctors office. This is pretty much 80% of why the doctor hasn't admitted him yet. The only time Isaiah has seemed sick is after he vomits or when we change his diaper (because his poor tushy aches from his rash). TOO MUCH INFORMATION! I know but I am sure some mom somewhere may find this helpful. Dr. A says he is dehydrated but not so sick he needs to be admitted. He lost 9 ounces in total so far, if he loses anymore weight at our appointment tomorrow they might keep him. SO, we have been feeding him non-stop, Similac Insomil DF, Pedialyte, Apples, Bananas, pretty much everything he will eat. I would move the Earth to be sure Isaiah doesn't have to go to the hospital again. He has spent entirely too much time in hospitals during his little life. I have to admit, I panicked at the onset of this illness, I had flashbacks of those weeks we spent after the Archstone Westbury mold scare. Dr. A noticed our fear and assured us although we have to be sure to watch Isaiah carefully, we have a tough baby (I think "middle linebacker" was the phrase he used) and he also assured us this happens all the time. God willing, the pickle will still get to start his new day care next week. We found a great one, by the way. I will write all about it after his first day. Anyway, I have had pretty much no sleep these past few days since he wakes up often to have his diaper changed. One positive came out of this, I learned to work the coffee machine my mom gave Richard and I a few Christmas's ago. I know Richard doesn't have the heart to tell me but something is seriously wrong with the coffee I make. It tastes a little like death. However, I think I may be doing two things wrong 1) leaving it on entirely too long and 2) using too much coffee. Even though its gross.. we are drinking it... otherwise we would be really sleepy.