The Weekend

Well, I can't say it's been all that great of a weekend. Kyle was more than a bit out of sorts the last couple days. Here it is, Sunday evening, and he's only now starting to show signs of wanting to play a bit.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself for those who, like me, have these obssessive compulsive tendancies and need things like this told in chronological order. In our case, our story begins on Friday night.

It was a Friday much like many other Fridays. We were home. Joelle's friend, Staci, had come over and brought her two boys, Ryan and Dillon. The latter being only about a year or so older than Kyle.

We ordered pizza and Kyle at a fairly decent dinner. Following this, the boys proceeded to completely demolish Kyle's playroom and race around the house pushing the trucks around and generally making a great deal of noise and commotion, as toddlers are well known for doing.

As the evening wore on, we put Kyle in the bathtub, our guests went home and, as we were getting Kyle's pajamas on, suddenly the color drained from his face and he began heaving. The first of it was all over the floor in his bedroom. Then, several more times causing us to have to change his bedsheets twice and use just about every towel in the linen closet.

I did my best to stay with him the entire night as we concluded that one of us should stay by his side. He's still an only child, so of course our paranoia of him exfixiating himself in his sleep was forefront on our minds. So, I laid a comforter on the floor, grabbed my pillow and "slept" next to him. Not that much actual sleep was realized amidst the bedding changes, clothing changes and spontaneous mini-baths.

All day, Saturday, along with a few more cleanups and a couple more pajama changes, we tried like crazy to get him to drink some Pedia Lite. Failing that, in the interest of keeping him hydrated, we gave in and gave him water. We tried to limit it to a few sips every 30 minutes or so, but were not always able to cut him off in time, resulting in another cleanup job shortly thereafter.

He slept in our bed that night, but in the morning still would not take food. Though now he wanted milk rather than water. We did manage to get him a good amount of vitamin water before I made a trip to the store to pick up som Propel, among other things. He did better with Propel than with Pedia Lite, but still not great.


Finally, we gave in on the milk thing, though we both knew better. Sure enough, we were rewarded for our foolishness. Though after that episode, he has been keeping his Propel down and even was asking for some solid foods. He had a couple bites of french toast sticks and will hopefully have more.

We're now waiting for the other shoe to drop now that he's had a bit of food. But so far, nothing tragic has occurred. Seemingly, he is on the mend. Regardless, it looks like I'll be home with him tomorrow. I expect he'll be doing much better in the next 24 hours.

That's pretty much our weekend. Feel free to join the pity party and leave your comments telling us how sorry you feel for us. Though I ask that you not bother bringing up the silliness with the milk.

TTFN!