When we came back from our trip to Louisiana, we wanted to hit the ground running. Instead we just hit the ground. I had a nasty sinus infection on the return trip and it felt like someone was ramming a boot in my ear the whole flight home. Forty-eight hours after we got home, Jake was stricken with some kind of horrible purge that ran riot through the GI tract. Jake went down on Friday. Saturday night Griffin woke up and barfed all over me.
I consider myself fortunate to make it through the first two years of Griffin's life without being baptized in puke. Most mothers I know haven't been so lucky. Of course, I came down with the stomach purge about 18 hours after being used as an air-sick bag.
Poor guy!
2 comments:
Our little G. is the most adorable sweet baboo even when he's sick.
aww! what a poor baby. i hate it when i feel like that.
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