Poor little buddibuds has a stomach thing going on. His poo has been lousy for a little while, with ups and downs, but this last week it seems to have taken a turn for the worst. He is clearly in discomfort, at least some of the time, and taking a crap has given him a rash and even made him cry.
Last night he wouldn't sleep for a while, he was clearly in some discomfort, wriggling, breaking into tears even as his eyes stayed closed and his mind tried to sleep. I was sad and frustrated, sad for him, frustrated with everything else. I broke a scrubbing brush trying to remove a frustrating lump of flek off the sink. "Fcuk YOU" I declared at the flek, the brush and the sink.
You will be pleased to know the kids did not witness this outburst.
Sometimes a dad has the touch, but last night rubbing his back, holding across my shoulder, pacing back and forth in the room, even the 'sweet spot' all failed. He needed mummy, and it was only after she got back from shopping and administered cuddles that he finally relented.
He had one of those persistent boogers too, did I mention? The kind that keep catching at the top of their throat just when they've drifted back off to sleep...
We think it might be milk, soy or both. We had him on rice milk a few days and it helped. Don't really know, don't know where to start. Starting with the Dr, this afternoon.
Poor lil' man...
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1 comment:
It's dreadful when our little ones are ill and they cannot tell us what is wrong.
We can only glean their woes from their bodies and their cries.
Hopefully he'll get better soon. In the meantime, you have to absorb the pain, which I'd say you do wonderfully well.
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