It started with a regular old cold. Tyson, Logan, and I all had the sniffles. Well, while Tyson and I got over it in a few days Logan's stuffyness turned into an ear infection.
Although I did feel like supermom for following through on the hunch that his ear might be infected and catching it before it got too bad.
So we started Logan on a round of amoxicillan which he thoroughly enjoyed. Oh wait. I mean we all enjoyed it because it was being spit into our faces 3 times a day by one angry little boy. Nothing like a pink chalky facial.
Super fun. Oh and did you know that amoxicillan makes babies poop even more than they usually do? Well I didn't. That would have been useful information to have before I took Logan to the outlet mall an hour from home, fed him in the bathroom, and discovered he secretly and silently pooped. Pooped up his back and all the way to his shoulders. Poop that leaked out all over the front of my pants. Poop with a smell that burned its way into my nostrils.
Ladies, if there is ever an excuse to buy a new pair of pants, this is it.
But alas, I did not buy new pants. I just cleaned us off with about 47 wipes and a handful of paper towels and went on my way. I've never felt more sexy.
Then, a couple days after the poop incident, less than a week after the ear infection (we are still on our round of amoxicillan by the way) I hear Logan crying weakly at about 4 in the morning. I went in to check on him and found he had thrown up all over himself and his sheets and was still dry heaving.
That was a long day. A long, messy, laundry filled day. Babies don't aim for the bucket by the way. They like to snuggle mom while they barf. At least it only lasted one day.
UNTIL IT DIDN'T. I woke up the next morning to find Logan covered in a spotty rash. I gotta be honest, the anxiety of having a sick baby is not good. I felt like I was going crazy. The next day his rash was even worse so to the doctor we went.