It's 6:27 AM, and Bennett has been up since 4:00, plaintively wailing that he's too hot. We put the fan on, gave him cold water, wet washcloth, took his temperature . . . you know, the stuff you do. I should mention that J was doing most of this since I've been sick in bed for two days. Anyway,
Bennett just keeps going, and wakes Ruby after a while and then they're both going at it and I'm thinking of neighbors, and H1N1 and how many hours till the babysitter arrives. And J comes into the bedroom and says, "you know, maybe I'm just delusional, but come feel his stomach." And it's all tight and big. Crap. This is not what I expected. I thought he would have a fever, which even though I took it I still don't know what it is because I turned the electronic thermometer off before I could read it and then lost it somewhere in the apartment. But he really wasn't hot, at all. So I know that wasn't it. It's this. Something digestive. And I'm really worried, because we haven't been down this particular road before and he's been crying a long time. So I look up his symptoms and sure enough, it looks like it must be some kind of bowel obstruction that will require fast thinking and possibly surgery. As I'm starting back the hall to tell J, I see that Bennett is on all fours and hear the loudest, most crude fart ever. And I went to a Division I football school with a huge Greek system. It lasted for several minutes. It's 6:37 AM now. And Bennett is sleeping.
Bennett just keeps going, and wakes Ruby after a while and then they're both going at it and I'm thinking of neighbors, and H1N1 and how many hours till the babysitter arrives. And J comes into the bedroom and says, "you know, maybe I'm just delusional, but come feel his stomach." And it's all tight and big. Crap. This is not what I expected. I thought he would have a fever, which even though I took it I still don't know what it is because I turned the electronic thermometer off before I could read it and then lost it somewhere in the apartment. But he really wasn't hot, at all. So I know that wasn't it. It's this. Something digestive. And I'm really worried, because we haven't been down this particular road before and he's been crying a long time. So I look up his symptoms and sure enough, it looks like it must be some kind of bowel obstruction that will require fast thinking and possibly surgery. As I'm starting back the hall to tell J, I see that Bennett is on all fours and hear the loudest, most crude fart ever. And I went to a Division I football school with a huge Greek system. It lasted for several minutes. It's 6:37 AM now. And Bennett is sleeping.
Sign of the times
Have noticed that this generation of parents talk/wrte about pee & poop alot more than we ever did: & not just on Willa's site either...
I personally used cloth diapers for my kids. Guess I just endured the toilet dipping/flushing in grim silence... The diapers did make great dusting cloths that were replaced long ago w/t-shirts handed down to me from my kids -how's that for evolving reversal? Have a few diaper pins that still come in handy... See what this generation is missing!
Posted by: jmbdsj | March 21, 2010 at 02:02 PM