Theo has an ear infection (his first) and I’m not sure if it was related or more due to the strawberries he’d had with lunch (too acidic?) but he had his first barf last week. Poor little guy. He cried at 11:30 pm and I went in to put in his paci and felt the disgustingness on his face right before the wave of stench hit me. Poor baby.
We had to change the sheets, get him changed into fresh pajamas and a new sleep sack and put him back down. About twenty minutes later, he had thrown up again. Cue another change of sheets.
On the plus side, THANK GOD WE HAVE A DRYER NOW. The next day, I washed and dried everything – sheets, pajamas, mattress cover, Beaver. Otherwise he would have been sleeping on towels on a bare foam mattress. (Cleaning tip: I put Beaver in a pillowcase and washed and dried him with all of the other stuff – he came out just fine and looking himself again. It says you’re not supposed to dry the Scentsy animals but I did anyway and am glad it worked out.)
On Thursday I took him to the doctor’s after Kita and he was prescribed nose drops and ear drops, which Theo hates. I don’t blame him, of course, but it’s not been fun. He’s also getting two teeth at the moment which are taking their own sweet time coming in.
I will be so thankful when things are back to normal. He has been very moody and irritated – who can blame the guy? – especially when it comes to food. Part toddlerhood, part not being able to express himself, and part feeling bad. Not a good combination, and it’s been exhausting. I sure hope he behaves better at Kita today than he did at breakfast this morning, where he would only eat some yogurt after a lot of coaxing and sitting facing me on my lap, moving his head just enough for me to feed him another spoonful. It’s hard when he’s not feeling himself. Part of it is him being a tad dramatic.
On Saturday morning when we had the same horrifying breakfast experience, we put him down for a nap and he slept for 3 hours. When he woke up, he had a few brief moments of acting normal again, but then it was bad again, so we took him outside for a walk. We walked to Mercado and went all the way upstairs to the Fressnapf pet shop to look at the hamsters, bunnies, birds and fish.
When we were there I saw this. Dog food called BARF. Which apparently stands for bones and raw food, among other similar acronyms. But still…makes me think of vomit.
I truly hope this week includes far less barf and my boy starts feeling better soon. I’m still not quite back to normal myself…my throat is still a little sore.