I finally snapped Caitlin's photo for this week on Friday. It was rough week. Tuesday, we quickly ate dinner and headed to Kohl's to look at new dishes. I'm on the fence and we left empty handed.
Caitlin wasn't feeling great, but she seemed ok. Shortly after I sat down to nurse her, she threw up. All over me & the sofa. I yelled for Jason, he grabbed her and tossed me a towel and I ran to the bathroom for wet rags. I quickly cleaned up the sofa while he stripped Caitlin for a bath. She threw up again on him. We got her cleaned up, I jumped in the shower (since some of the vomit was in my hair) and he sat on the sofa holding Caitlin. We knew it was coming & Jason caught the next wave in his hands. At this point, she didn't look too hot. I tried giving her water, I tried nursing a bit, only to end up with more vomit in my lap. I finally got her to drink some water and we decided to let her sleep in our bed. Shortly after we settled down, she threw up again. That would be third load of laundry for the night.
We finally got her settled down and made it through the night. The next morning, she woke up in a good mood and ate well. I decided to send her to daycare...only to get a call later that afternoon that she'd been throwing up again. We brought her home, she spent Thursday with Jason and seemed to be on the mend. Until Friday, when I pulled her out of her crib covered in vomit again. Guess who stayed home again on Friday?
Over the weekend she really started to feel better. Sunday she ate like she'd been starved for days, which she had. I found out Thursday that there was a bug going around her class and she was one of 5 kids out. Fun times.
Also, there are only 10 weeks until she is one. The part of me that is tired of pumping is excited. The rest of me...not so much.