I spoke too soon
I think I jinxed myself last night after I posted about how Logan was feeling better. No sooner than when I hit the "publish post" button, Logan threw up again. It was only once, but it was back in the bathtub for him while Bill cleaned up his crib & changed his sheets. Needless to say, we did not go to the picnic this morning & I did not get any cute pictures of Logan running around in the sand with his swim trunks on (there's a water feature at this particular park).
It's kind of weird that after three or four days of being able to keep food down (what little of it he ate), out of the blue he pukes again. If I remember correctly, this happened when he had The Christmas Flu too. I'm wondering if this is just his "sick pattern", good for a few days & then SURPRISE! Wonderful.
It's also been deceiving because other than the lack of appetite (which starts out pretty good in the morning & tapers off at dinner where he eats almost nothing) he runs around the living room, jumps up & down off from the couch, screams at me, turns the TV off & on, changes the channels, throws his toys, reads books, laughs when I tickle him & play "teddy bear puppet"; all of the things he would normally do.
Not only is it deceiving, but taking care of a little sicky who can't tell you what's wrong is frustrating. I've really been working hard on teaching Logan more signs, but he won't have it. He was happy to repeat the sign for "bath" but glared at me when I tried to teach him "sleep" so he could tell me when he's tired. And forget about "drink" & "pain". Those just cause him to melt down & scream in his frustrated-I'm not going to do what you tell me to-shriek.
Right now, the universal sign for everything is between "eat" & "more". He gets excited when he signs "eat" & I ask him if he wants to eat (insert meal here). But then I give him some food & he pushes it away or immediately starts throwing it on the floor if I turn my back. This is what happened at dinner tonight: He signed "eat", I asked him if he wanted dinner, he smiled & made his "I'm happy you understand what I'm saying" grunt, I gave him dinner, he pushed it away, I took him out of his highchair & we went back into the playroom. Repeat three times & then I was ready to bash my head against the wall. He ended up getting a bath & going to bed without dinner.
Between the miscommunication, the blatant disobedience with not shaking the glass fireplace doors today (which has been an on going battle for MONTHS) & being inside all day doing practically nothing, I'm ready for a drink. I feel like a totally crappy mom right now & have been feeling like this all week.