For my fourth and final blog tonight...the more intriguing title I'm sure! For those of you that read my entry from last week, you'll remember that I mentioned Ethan was having a bit of a "poop issue". Well, we thought it cleared up, but it came back to haunt the poor guy again this weekend. Courtesy of Daddy...you'll get the true emotional pictures below. Yes, Ethan is having troubles getting used to the solid foods, so we've now tossed the rice ceral in the garbage and are sticking to oatmeal cereal and our fruits and veggies. Ethan tried sweet potatoes, squash and pears this weekend. He seemed keen on the sweet potatoes and pears, but when we tried squash for the first time tonight, he wasn't so sure. We've been doing 3 days in a row of each thing, so we'll see how tomorrow goes. He'll start bananas at daycare tomorrow - I'm sure he'll like those.
Anyway, I'd just like to say that I hit a milestone in parenting this weekend. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine I'd have to give my child a suppository, but Ethan was so bad off on Saturday that I was on phone with a nurse at 8:30 sharp when they opened their office. Funny, I went to the pharmacy to pick them up and wondered all the way home if I could talk Dave into doing the "dirty deed" but when I got home I just did it because I was heartbroken that he was hurting! I was even crying Saturday night when I thought he was still having problems. But, today was a much better day and we were able to get #2 with no outside helpers...mommy was very thankful!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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How funny, you are cracking ME up now, Miss Jamie. It's so funny how when it's your own child it just doesn't seem "that" bad. Bella has had some interesting substances come out of her body onto me and I really don't even mind. I remember the first time she REALLY threw up, and kept throwing up all day, I just took it in stride and had to change my clothes like 5 times, but I didn't even care b/c she was so sweet that day and I just wanted her to feel better. If throwing up on me meant that she would feel better, than throw away!!
Poor little guy! ;_;
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Dag nabbit, that was me!
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