edit: written a few nights ago

Last night Fighter had a vomiting fit. T________T

The entire day he seemed his normal cheerful self.  We brought him to a baby gym even where he was ecstatic and played like he was going nuts wtf.

After the gym we went for dinner and I ordered siu yuk rice to share with Fighter.  It came with salted vege and pork soup too which I wet his rice with.  Normally he loves siu yuk but after a few bites he didn’t want anymore.  I thought maybe he didn’t like that the soup was a bit sour so I tried feeding him roast potatoes and bacon instead.  He didn’t want the potatoes but chewed on the bacon then spit it out WTF.  Repeatedly. -_-

Anyway worrying that he didn’t have enough dinner, we rushed home to feed him home cooked food.  He again stopped eating after a few spoons and I figured maybe it was late so he wasn’t hungry anymore.

So I started getting ready his things to wash him up and put him to sleep.  Left him to play in our room with Fatty and all of a sudden, he vomited.  All over Fatty’s night stand FHL.

Didn’t think too much of it cos babies sometimes puke don’t they?  We were going to wash him up anyway so I just picked him up and cleaned him off, changed him into his PJs and fed him milk.  I prepared 7 oz instead of his usual 6 thinking he might be hungry.

He drank 2-3 oz and tossed the bottle aside wtf.  Then he stood up in his crib and asked to be carried.  I usually make him soothe himself to sleep in the crib but I felt sorry for him having vomited, so I picked him up and cuddled him to sleep.

He fell asleep so I put him back in his crib.  He stirred, and took his pacifier out of his mouth with his eyes closed.  I was thinking, oh man I have to pick him up again wtf when suddenly…. he unleashed a torrent of milk from his mouth to his mattress.

Then he started crying. T_________T

Picked him up, comforted him while he continued to vomit on my shoulder and cry.  Cleaned him up again, changed his pajamas and gave him a drink of water.  He fell back asleep against my chest…. and then ten minutes later, he threw up the water.

At this point, Fatty and I were like OMG GO TO THE DOCTOR NOWNOWNOW

My poor poor baby. 🙁  At the A&E of the nearest hospital (also where he was born).

He was obviously tired from all that vomiting and the late hour.  He was also so thirsty – he kept signaling for his bottle or trying to fish his bottle out of the bag himself.  The nurse told us to not give him food or drink though to avoid him vomiting more so we tried to hold back.

Dunno which is worse – trying to comfort a crying baby who’s been puking, or trying to comfort a crying baby who wants to drink water. T_______T

Singing to him to try to distract him from his water bottle. T_T

I ended up giving him little sips of water though.  Which he promptly threw up over me (and Bump). Twice.

Finally got in to see the doctor…

Where Fighter visibly brightened up.  Because the doctor was a very pretty lady. >___>

Usually he doesn’t like the stethoscope on him but this time he willingly let her… cos he was distracted and playing with the pretty doctor’s bracelets. >___>

Then doctor wanted to feel his tummy.  Again, usually he doesn’t like being laid down and will shout or try to flip over and crawl away.

Here he’s like, “How you doin’?” >____>

Sei hamsup baby!

We debated admitting him into hospital but the doctor said the only difference would be they’d put him on a drip there.  And luckily, he didn’t look too dehydrated at that point.

Since we also found out there were no single rooms in the pediatrics wards and only 4 bed-rooms, I thought better bring him home where he could rest in his own bed rather than place him with three other squalling sick babies.

So we took him home, he fell asleep in the car in my arms, and slept the night through on the bed.

He did wake up for water though and drank a whole bottle of water mixed with rehydration salts!  I was pretty impressed cos he knew how to signal for water (super cute) by crawling over my face to reach the bottle on my night stand (not so cute).

Anyway he’s much better now although in the course of that one night he did vomit over me countless times, and then one more time the next night after milk.  He also leaked diarrhea water over me in the morning. -_-

Which resulted in me contracting the same damn stomach virus!

And how I landed in the hospital due to severe dehydration. FML.  I’m back home now (discharged this afternoon) but still feeling a little bit queasy at times and definitely a lot more tired.  Details are all on my Dayre so not gonna type twice.

Ok go sleep to recuperate.  Nai!