Last night Paul & I woke up to Noah crying hysterically and coughing at 11pm. Paul went in there to find him crying and scared. He had thrown up all over his comforter and pajamas, and was so scared and confused. Believe it or not, he has never thrown up before. By the time we cleaned him up, took him to the bathroom, put on clean jammies, clean bedding and layered it with towels he was sitting straight up crying hysterically again and ready for round 2. He threw up about 6 or 7 times in a few hour period. Poor guy was so scared and freaked out by it. I admit, I still cry when I throw up and I know what's going on. Poor thing. I felt so bad for him. He also had diarrhea. He wanted to sleep with his light on all night and I stayed with him awhile, but Paul took care of him most of the night, because I was tending to E when he woke up (a couple of times during all the chaos).
He finally got a decent stretch of sleep and has been in good spirits today. He hasn't thrown up in quite awhile, but has only eaten a few crackers and had a little gatorade. He says his "mouth" hurts which is what he told me last night when he was throwing up. And he has a low grade fever.
E hasn't been eating well today or drinking much either. Then a couple hours ago he had major diarrhea. I recognize the smell (from my nursing days) and I'm sure it's rotavirus. I got both boys bathed and put E in his highchair and gave him a couple of teddy grahams. He threw up all over his highchair and himself. Right after his bath of course. Ugh. He also has a low grade temp. My poor boys :(
I am giving some mad props to my hubby. He was the one who did all the laundry, cleaned out the trash can EACH time Noah threw up, cleaned up Noah at least half of the times, and took him to the potty all 3 times overnight. Without so much as a flinch or yucky face. I think he'd make a really good nurse :)