I think I will go insane. Something is wrong with Will. I think this started Wednesday already. His face broke out with a rash on Wednesday. I have been putting Nystatin on it and by Thursday morning the majority of it went away. However, he has been throwing up big time. Here's where it gets fun since you don't know what is real throw up and what is just acid reflux. It all looks the same. Plus, he pooped through 2 (aff) diaper yesterday. He's also eating about half the formula he normally does.
This morning I get up and he pooped through his diaper again. So again, I have to strip all of his bedding (his diaper leaked during naptime yesterday). However, I can't reach his mattress very well since I am short and Bill dropped his crib down a level. He also has a bumper. It took me while, but I managed to get his mattress out to put on new bedding. However, the bumper was in the way. Each section of the bumper was tied onto the crib. The only way I was getting his mattress back in was to take off the bumper. (I didn't attempt to do any of this till after I had fed Will. I think put him in the Megasaucer.) While doing this (which took a while), Will proceeds to cry. I can't get him since I have to get the mattress back in so he can take a nap later. Madison is crying because I won't stop what I am doing and attend to her. Good times, let me tel you, good times.
Like a moron, I decide to give Will the rest of his bottle after I got his mattress back in. He literally threw up 3 (aff) oz of formula projectile across me and, him, and the couch. I am seriously wondering if he has the flu. Madison's birthday party is tomorrow. I know have to figure out what the hell I am going to do . . . .
We will be leaving for the chiropractor shortly, so maybe she can give me some insight. I don't know why I am so stressed out right now, but I am. I keep repeating to myself: “God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;” and taking deep breathes. It's only 10 o'clock, and I have a long day with these crabby kids.