Last night was a bit on the wicked side for a couple of hours.
I don't know what was wrong with Kurtis -no fever or anything like that -and he went to sleep very peaceful, no fussing or anything -but he woke up a little after 10 p.m., sick! Very sick. Throwing up all over the playpen sick, all over himself sick. The yuckies, for sure.
Because Bill hurt his hand on Saturday at work -broke the first two joints on his middle finger, first joint on the ring finger on his left hand when he got it caught in the garage door at work, he couldn't reach in and lift Kurtis out but did manage to get him turned a bit so I could pick him up. I headed to the bathroom to strip him, wash him up and Mandy stripped down the pac'n'play and headed to the basement to toss all that stuff in the washer.
Between 10 p.m. and almost 2 a.m., he was sick to his stomach a couple more time as we tried and tried to find ways to get something into him to help him get whatever was upsetting him to settle down. Big problem here being he will not drink out of anything except a bottle -no sippy cups at all and trying to give him any thing via a spoon or other apparatus just opens up to a huge battle with him. And, if he got upset, crying, fussing, screaming, it just made him cough and yes, then upchuck some more.
Finally, Mandy managed to dissolve some children's anti-acid type meds and using a little syringe, got him to accept a few drops here and there of that until the dosage was all inside him.
Today, he was fine. Just like nothing ever even happened last night!
When Mandy's friend arrived today bringing her little boy, Matthew, who is five months younger than Kurtis (Mandy babysits him two afternoons a week), we learned that Matthew and his older brother had both had a bad night last night too -same problems as little Kurtis.
Today, I was afraid I was getting the flu or something because all day I could not get warm -just shivered the bulk of the day. Finally, I headed to my bed, covered up all nice and snuggly there but still, just could not get warm although the bed itself was toasty enough. My feet just stayed like two darned big old blocks of ice though until after I had managed to get a little nap in and when I woke up, at least I was warm. But then, my stomach was a bit on the queasy side so as a result of that, Kurtis and I stayed home tonight while Mandy and Maya went to the Shrove Tuesday supper -pancakes and sausage -at our church.
Last night though -when things were calming down a bit with Kurtis -we hadn't seen Chino the cat for a little while. But much to our surprise, she was right in the living room, just comfy as all get out. Apparently, she decided to check out my organ for a sleeping place.
Cats sure can find some strange places to curl up on and go to sleep, can't they?