You all remember the poop? Well it was joined by the vomit, and they both ruled this household ALL DANG WEEK. Fortunately Blythe was the only one actually doing any poopin’ (well, you know – everyone poops but I’m talking about projectile pooping) and vomiting but the rest of us got to console her and manage to live here with the stench. By Thursday afternoon she was just a sad little pathetic mess, and I decided I’d better get her to the doctor. She lost almost 3 pounds (!!) in just 9 days, so we had to go over to the hospital and get some IV fluids.
Let me tell you, people, I have never been so traumatized as to hold down my 10 month old baby while they try over, and over, and over again to find a vein. Here’s how the conversation in my head went, “Please God, I will never again complain about how many times my kids wake me up in the night if you will just let them find a vein. Please, please, please”. And then when they finally found one in her foot (the second location tried, the first one being her left hand) it went like this, “Oh God, thank you, I will keep my promise, I sure will.” And then when the vein blew and Blythe’s blood squirted all over the hospital bed, it went like this, “Oh God, that was so mean. Are you kidding me, here? Ok, I promise I’ll never again complain about how often I have to deal with poop in a day. Will that do? Please, God, please, please, please”. And in the meantime, Blythe is crying her head off, and looking me right in the eye as she screams, “MAMA!”. She doesn’t understand why I’m letting these people strap her down and poke her, and all I’m doing petting her head, drying her tears and saying, “Mama’s here”. What kind of consolation is THAT? They finally found a good vein in her right arm, and we spent another 4 hours entertaining each other on the hospital bed before she got released.
I think one of the worst parts of PPD is how you don’t really connect with people when you’re in that state. Over the past couple of months since I’ve started getting better, I’ve bonded pretty well with Blythe. But those 4 hours when we HAD to sit on a bed together with nothing to distract us… I must say, we connected in a way we never had before. Every day since then, we’ve spent some quiet time, just the two of us, bonding. So through all of that, and the ensuing bruises she sported with her little pink Easter dress today, there was some good in the end.
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