Monday, March 9, 2009

Recovering

I feel like the past week has been a series of clips from some new and disgusting show called Diaper Blowouts Gone Wild. At least once per day Jeramy and I have stared, perplexed, at our daughter on the changing table trying to figure out how to get her clothing off while getting the least amount of shit on her as possible. Quite literally. We nearly resorted to cutting a onesie or two off. Nearly. And I did this while sometimes feeling quite queasy myself. It has been loads of fun.

At least she was giving us obvious warning signals of our impending diaper doom. Had anybody told me that it was possible for such a small person to fart so very loud, I would have never believed them. While in the waiting room of the doctor's office she emitted such a tremendous rumble that those around us stared in disbelief at my or Jeramy's complete rudeness. "It was her", I tried to explain feebly pointing at my baby. "That's why we're here!" They looked at us in doubt while Jillian just smiled adorably.

Luckily I am feeling much better, and I suspect Jillian is too given that the frequency and consistency of her diapers. I am a little surprised that it took me three whole days to figure out my daughter was sick, but honestly the clues were subtle. (And might I add, it also took Jeramy and my mother-in-law that long to figure it out too). For one, normal baby poo looks very similar to baby diarrhea. It took a few days for it to become so frequent and so explosive to be particularly suspect. She did vomit, but only once a day for three days in a row. Jillian is a pretty pukey baby so really that wasn't overly surprising either. It wasn't really until she started drinking less and less that we suspected a problem and that coincided with me going home early from work with some lovely GI issues. The doctor wanted us to come in since Jillian wasn't eating much, and that is when we got the wonderful diagnosis of rotavirus.

Now there is a vaccine against rotavirus, but it is the oral vaccine. Well Jillian spit out most of the first dose and vomited immediately following the second dose so it wasn't really a surprise that she didn't get the immunity to it. Perhaps she received some partial immunity because her case seemed mild compared to some that Dr. M described (like 20 diapers a day bad...could you imagine?). At its peak we were closer to the 4 or 5 diapers a day with 1 or 2 being blowouts. So perhaps I'm feeling lucky.

We did miss Danny's first birthday bash thrown by C over at Sunny in Seattle. I was super bummed out to miss the giant cupcake, but I'm pretty sure that her and her guests did not want us to share with them. I was sure that Jeramy would get it, but he seems to have the GI tract of steel. Can you believe that he has never had a stomach bug in the time that I've known him, and that is somewhere around 15 years. And let me tell you, I've had some pretty violent bugs to share with him during that time. What a punk.

I'm off for bed. Daylight savings time has caught up with me but not Jillian, leaving me with little downtime in the evenings right now.

10 comments:

Sunny said...

I am so glad that you guys are starting to feel better. And ever grateful that you did not pass it along to the rest of us just for the promise of giant cupcake cakes. There will be more where those came from, have no fear.

jenn said...

um- yikes! I'm glad you are both feeling better! Poor Jillian- but poor you even more!

Kelly said...

I'm so glad your feeling better and Miss Jillian too.

George said...

I love the waiting room scene...LOL...they totally didn't believe you that it was Jillian's body making that noise!!! ;-)

Glad you and your little miss are feeling better! Blowouts are no fun!

Birdee said...

You made me laugh, I believe you about the baby farts, There Horrible aren't they? And so embarrassing in public.

RBandRC said...

Very glad to hear that you're both feeling better! :)

Nicky said...

Yeah, baby farts are really amazing. Glad you guys have finally turned the corner!

KandiB said...

And I thought blaming it on the dog was bad...blaming it on your baby ? :0

Jamie said...

Goodness - you leave quite the mental picture!!

It still sounds much better than 20 diapers a day . . .

nancy said...

Oh boy. Blowouts are fun. I had one (not me, Karl) while out at dinner the other night. So bad is went up his back and belly and got all over the car seat too. Sick. Thankfully, I've learned the "roll" manuever when taking off the poopie onsies. (even so, I've just cut/thrown some away too over the years)

Get some sleep dear! Hope all is well soon!