Paul had to go out of town for work and it was just me and Lilly at home for a few days. We had a blast 🙂 I really felt like I was killin’ the mom game and it was also nice to get some me time. I can’t explain why but, it seems I have an easier and happier time taking care of Lilly when my husband isn’t home.
My husband was gone Wednesday through Friday and, I had almost made it without any problems but, then the worst happened…
A 24-hour stomach bug hit me like a ton of bricks.
My stomach started hurting a lot on Thursday evening around 7pm and waves of nausea kept crashing down. Honestly, it was giving me flashbacks to my first trimester and I was miserable.
Then the vomiting started. It seemed I couldn’t move without having to puke my guts out a few minutes later. Lilly slept through the first two times but, my anxiety was through the roof thinking she was going to wake up while my head was in the toilet.
To make matters worse (warning: TMI), it was coming out of both ends with the same force. All of this was happening and there was no one around to help.
Lilly finally woke up to eat and, by some miracle, I had enough time to make a bottle before having to puke again. I came back to feed her and then tried my hardest to fall asleep. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep total; I just had to stay perfectly still.
Morning finally came and the puking didn’t seem to be letting up. I called my husband for the fourth time and decided that I needed to call for paramedics. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but I did know that there was no way I could adequately take care of an active five month when I couldn’t even function.
The paramedics arrived quicker than I expected and they decided I needed to go to the hospital. They were extremely nice and even helped me get Lilly’s things together. One of them even made sure my cat, Noodle, had enough food and water 🙂
If you ever need to bring a baby with you to the ER and there’s no one to help, just know that you will still need to take care of your child mostly by yourself. This is a pain when you’re also getting IVs put in, labs drawn, and tests done. I made sure to bring a set of formula and water bottles so that I could feed her and, luckily, I had some ready-made formula bottles I had bought but, an ER isn’t the most convenient place to take take care of an infant. I ended up changing a poop while on the hospital gurney and it felt like an “Achievement Unlocked” moment.
Several hours later, I was discharged. I took an Uber home and could barely stand once I got there. Paul got home about an hour later and I was finally able to get some sleep 🙂 I survived my trip to the ER by myself with Lilly but, I’m going to try really hard not to have to do that again.