Number of times Noah threw up between 12 and 2 pm: 6
Number of bouts of diarrhea between 2 pm and 6 pm: 3
Number of wet diapers between 6 pm and midnight: 0
Times baby woken up to nurse or drink pedialyte between 6 pm and 1 am: 4
Disgusted faces Noah made at pedialyte: 30
Number of oz drunk from sippy cup: 1
Number of oz fed by spoon: 4
Number of wet diapers between midnight and 2 am: 1, thank god
Number of calls to Telehealth Ontario: 2
Number of times “hospital visit” came up in conversation: 8, give or take a few
Episodes of Queer as Folk watched: 3
Number of times I had to change due to vomit or diaper failure: 4
Loads of laundry done: 5
Flashbacks/strong memories of my mum yelling/freaking out about vomit when we were kids: 3
Urges I had to yell, cry, or scream anywhere near Noah because he was vomiting: 0, if not minus eleventy one
Number of times change table has been washed down: 10
Times kitchen floor cleaned: 2
Number of toys in dishrack drying right now: 30 (hey the little people are little!)
Worst moment: waking Noah up at midnight and seeing Emily in his sunken eyes and dried lips and the shape of his chin
Best moment: when he then smiled and babbled
Grossest moment: vomit. cleaveage. Need we say more.
Man, sick babies are a lot of work!
P.S. Happy anniversary Lohr. I love you.
I hope he feels better soon!