Wednesday, July 18, 2007

12:13

It is 12:13 as I begin this post. We tucked the children in at bedtime and all was well. BubTar went to sleep without a peep, and KayTar spent a good amount of time talking with herself in her crib about many important things. She talked to so long, in fact, that I decided to go in and check on her...give her an extra kiss, remind her she should sleep soon. The first thing to hit me was the smell. It was that grotesquely dirty diaper smell, the kind that burns your nostrils. I reached in to scoop her up and my hand touched something slimy. "Surely she does not have poop in her armpits!" I thought. And I was correct. I flipped the light on and saw she was covered in vomit. I called Josh, "Josh! Help!", which KayTar repeatedly adorably. When he came in we did the usual divide and conquer, he strips and wipes her down, I run her bath. He drops her off with me in the bathroom, then strips her sheets. Once she is bathed, I hand her off to him for her pajamas and I put fresh sheets in the crib. Unfortunately, although we have many spare crib sheets, we do not have many Gees (pronounced like key), KayTar's beloved blankey. We do have two, though, but on a fluke, she had them BOTH in bed with her tonight. So here I am at 12:21, just moving Gee from the washer to the dryer, while KayTar waits for it to accompany her to Dreamland. There is no sleep without Gee, so here we wait. In the morning, KayTar is supposed to have a sedated ABR. She isn't to drink anything other than clear liquids from 2am-6am, and then nothing at all after that. These sedations are the type she doesn't handle so well, and I am reluctant to put her body through that when it is already struggling so hard this week. I hate to reschedule, because it will take us 1-2 months for another appointment, but it is the decision I am leaning towards. A toddler who is still awake at 12:25, will not be pleasant or well rested when I wake her at 6:45am and refuse to give her anything to drink. A toddler whose body is already staging a mini-rebellion to the week's events, should not be awakened prematurely. A toddler who hasn't quite been intaking enough fluids probably shouldn't fast for a half-day. So difficult to reschedule or not, I think we will skip it. Her body needs to recuperate and I think this isn't going to help achieve that. Any new information we would glean tomorrow will still be there in a month or two waiting to be discovered. And hopefully, by then, KayTar's body will feel up to letting us in on those secrets.

Oh Gee, how I wish you were dry already.

10 comments:

epi said...

[hugs] I'm thinking about you and rooting for her body to get some recovery - you know best what she can and cannot handle, i think it's good that you're letting that sense take the lead on whether or not to do the appt.

slouching mom said...

Sounds like you have the right idea.

Beck said...

Oh God, what a horrible night for you and Kaytar. I would definitely give her what she needs and let her sleep - the test can be rescheduled.

cinnamon gurl said...

Oh, Kyla. I'm just catching up now having been away and your week plus sounds awful! You have such great intuition; you can tust it.

It must be so disappointing when KayTar was doing so well for so long.

Joy, of course said...

Sleep little Kaytar, Sleep...

MotherBumper said...

I'd been leaning to making the same decision. I'm so sorry that you both had a bad night. You are the best mommy - Gee couldn't be in better hands (except for KayTars ;)

And completely inappropriate but I can't help myself - 7 more sleeps until we arrive at BlogHer (weeeeeeee!)

jo(e) said...

Sending all kinds of hugs ....

~aj~ said...

What a terrible night for KayTar. Just further proof what a sweetheart she is...throws up and doesn't even make a big fit about it. Bless her heart. For what it's worth, I think you are making the right decision about the appointment. Hope she's feeling better today!

Katie said...

oh no! But this vomiting was unaccompanied by any weird going ons correct? Hoping the Kaytar is on her way to recovery in every sense of the word!

DDM said...

UGH the barfing in bed drill. It sounds eerily familiar. I'm so sorry, and I hope she's doing much better now.