Mischief and Mayhem Always Follow Trouble

We're home and alive. The flight back was horrible. Adia screamed most of the way. It took me a little bit to notice that she'd filled her diaper. The second I opened it, I knew why she had been screaming. It was one of those burning, yellow, liquid poos. So she had plenty of reason to scream. Her butt was raw, but luckily most of it had soaked into the diaper. I read her Brown Bear, Brown Bear when we got back to our seat and she was out cold for the rest of the flight.

Scott had planned to meet us at security, but he thought we were flying in from LA, not Burbank. He went to the wrong security checkpoint and I had to call him to figure out where he was. Adia kept staring at him as he got closer and once she realized who it was, she gave him a huge hug. She didn't let go of him until after we had picked up our bags at baggage claim.

Adia was not happy to be confined in the carseat, but we stopped part way home for dinner. She scarfed down a cheeseburger and grapes and then wanted some daddy cuddles before we continued the drive. She was really sleepy when we got home. We all slept really well. In fact, she's been sleeping a little too well.

Wednesday Adia woke up with a very runny nose. She was also very clingy and tired. She slept most of the day on me. We were never able to go to the store. She fell asleep at 8 for the night too. She woke me, crying at midnight. I thought she'd come in, like she normally does, but after a minute or two, I went after her. I picked her up and she pressed her face against my chest. She started coughing, then gagged and puked all over me. I happen to be one of those moms who don't catch the puke with their hands, but with their bodies instead. Every time Adia has puked on me, I've just held her to my chest and caught most of it with my body and clothes. This time, I was wearing a tank top with a built in bra. Those built in bras make very excellent puke buckets. When I thought she was finished, I took her into the bathroom to get us both cleaned up. Her whole face was covered in puke. It was in her hair, her eye lashes and up her nose. She looked miserable. I had just cleaned most of her off when she puked some more. I rinsed out our clothes and in the process, plugged the sink and broke the drain cover. Luckily it was broken in an up position. I ended up taking a quick shower at midnight with a screaming, unhappy, sleepy baby. I even had to wash her hair, which made her scream louder. I grabbed a bunch of towels and headed back to bed. I didn't sleep well the rest of the night because I woke to every little cough, thinking she was about to spew more. Luckily, she didn't.

She did sleep until after 8, which Adia never does anymore. She's usually an early riser. She was definitely still feverish and not feeling well. She spent the day in my lap again, snuggled up tight. She didn't want to eat very much and was only awake for a few short hours at a time. She was happy to Scott when he got up though. She was out again pretty early and slept until 8:30, only waking me a few times in the night. I was so tired, I didn't even know I had put her in bed with me sometime in the night. I only discovered her when I got cold and tried to pull the blankets up. Imagine my surprise to find her laying on them.

I thought she might be feeling a little better today, but I was wrong. She ate 1/2 an eggo for breakfast, but didn't really want anything else. She didn't want to take a bath or shower and wouldn't let me set her down at all. She fell asleep around 10:30 and slept most of the day away. She woke up just before Scott and he took her outside to play for a little bit. When they came back in, we went to Walmart for a few things and it was dinnertime by the time we came back. She was really cranky by then, despite Tylenol and a couple popsicles. I had even called the doctor's office in the afternoon because Adia's been so lethargic. They told me that if she still has a fever tomorrow to take her to the weekend clinic, otherwise, just let her rest, give her fluid and keep her comfortable with Tylenol. Gee, like I wasn't already doing that. I just know she's totally not acting like herself. I have a very active child who doesn't want to play or even get off my lap.

She seemed eager for dinner so I had my hopes up. She munched a little on her toast before she started crying. I knew she wasn't feeling well so I picked her up and set her in my lap. I figured I'd eat my dinner and she could cuddle if that's what she wanted. With no warning, however, she puked everything she had eaten that day on the table, my lap, her hands and the floor. Somehow she missed my plate, but we were pretty soaked. Scott just looked at us in shock before handing me some paper towels. I cleaned up most of the mess before Adia and I climbed in the bath tub. I'm glad to know that the smell of puke no longer bothers me.

Shortly after getting out of the tub, DiDi arrived. Adia was excited to see her and snuggled with her for awhile. There was no more gagging and Adia ate another popsicle (blue raspberry this time) and drank a lot of water. She was fast asleep by 9:30. No fighting. She just climbed in my lap and fell asleep. I hope there's no more puking episodes tonight or tomorrow and that her fever is gone by morning. I really don't want to have to take her to the doctor's.

Speaking of doctors. We're still waiting for Adia's allergy test results. It's been 10 days and still no phone call. If they are back, I'm guessing they're negative. If they are, we'll be headed back to her doctor so we can see a pediatric GI.

Sorry there's no new pictures, but I haven't taken any since we left California. All Adia's been doing is sleeping so there's not much to see anyway, unless her puking in technicolor interests you.