I really didn’t want there to be a part two, you guys. Le boo.
The dumpling once again slept in. When I realized that he slept through the night without vomiting, I had high hopes for his return to daycare. He’d made it through yesterday just fine, surely we were headed up. But, as I moved him through our morning rituals, I wasn’t convinced he felt ok. He just seemed extra sad, clinging to my shoulder in a Precious Moments way, rather than a howler monkey way. I had just started a video chat with my mom (seeing his grandma always brightens the dumpling’s day), when he suddenly turned towards me.
“I’m still not sure if he’s feeling well,” were my literal words right before diving for the kitchen sink as the dumpling puked a half cup of milk everywhere. Poor baby. “Well, I guess that answers the question,” I called out as my mom stared at the ceiling from where I’d abandoned my phone.
Honestly, I think he felt worse today than he did yesterday. Yesterday, the only way you’d know he wasn’t feeling great was his lack of appetite. But he was happy to play and keep himself company, while drinking some water. Today though, today he felt extra miserable. He needed a nap at 11 and actually went down for a second one at 2:30. When he woke up from his first nap, I spent almost an hour carrying him around the house, singing Itsy Bitsy Spider to him. He dozed on my shoulder as best he could. After he got sick a second time (both times were in the morning), he refused liquids. He didn’t drink any water until around 4pm and yes I was starting to get very worried. Luffy helpfully picked up Gatorade and Popsicles to help keep the dumpling hydrated.
The turning point came in the afternoon. He was trying to put a sippy cup together (which he did the other night and was SO proud, as were his parents), but he kept getting frustrated and sliding down my lap in an attempt to assume a tantrum position. To try to calm him, I ended up rubbing his tummy a bit, then his legs, like his dad loves. I suppose that did the trick because he laid there for a while, before getting up and finally starting to talk and laugh and drink water!
I’m hopeful that he’s turned the corner for real this time – that poor baby doesn’t have any spare rolls to lose.