The Wilson's and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Last Wednesday started out like any other day at the Wilson household. 6:45AM the alarm went off and Mr. went to get waking Jackson out of his crib. Jackson snuggled in bed with me and nursed. Everything was completely normal and I drifted away for a few more minutes of sleep.

My snooze alarm went off, so we rolled over and Jackson nursed on the other side. Just as I was about to take my milk drunk baby back to his bed, Jackson puked. Mr. and I kind of freaked, as his belly was full. Jackson cried a little, but we thought it more from being scared and wet then being sick.

Jackson rarely ever spit up or pukes, so we really weren't sure what had just happened. Just to be safe, we decided to let Jackson stay with us while we got ready for work. After my shower I was convinced that Jackson must have gotten too full and just spit up. He was running around and living up to his Action Jackson nickname.

However, our morning went from being out of sorts to no good at all, and fast! I have a little antique milking stool in our bathroom that I use for Jackson's bath. Mr. thought it would be funny to sit Jackson on the stool. We were both in the bathroom and Jackson was having fun...but, my Momma instinct told me this was a bad idea. I continued to blow dry my hair, as that little voice inside my head told me to get Jackson down. No sooner then I told Mr. to get him, Jackson fell. It wasn't a big fall, but we knew better.

I scooped Jackson up and calmed his tears with lots of sugars, kisses, and thought everything was okay. It was at that moment that he puked.all.over.me. Yep, I got puked on twice in a matter of 30 minutes. I instantly went into panic, wondering if Jackson had a virus or a concussion from falling off of the stool.

After a couple of phone calls to my pediatrician's office and my mom, we still weren't sure what was going on. Jackson's pupils were dilating normally, he was responsive to light. And he didn't stubble anymore than normal. My doctor said to watch him for the next couple of hours and to bring him in if he puked anymore.

I went to work, with my iPhone glued to my hip, and left Jackson with our rock star nanny. Yet another reason why she's such a rock star. All was good, he just had nasty diapers all day. We were all pretty convinced that Jackson just had a little virus. I got the call late in the afternoon that Jackson puked again, so I headed home to take care of my sick baby.

When I got home Jackson was acting totally normal. I tried to keep him quiet, but it was almost impossible.  Our night was routine and we all went to bed, assuming that Jackson's little bug had run it's course...that was until about midnight when we both woke up puking.

Poor Mr. didn't know which way to go - to help me, to get Jackson, or get the hell away from both of us! Luckily, he made it to the sink with Jackson and he was only sick once more. Mr. slept on the couch with Jackson just to be sure he was okay. And I basically slept in the bathroom. At that point I was 100% sure that Jackson had a bug and not a concussion.

Needless to say, Wednesday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day! Jackson has developed a little cough and runny nose, but I think he'll be okay. I'm feeling much better, but still very tired. As for Mr., he seems to have escaped the bug for now...