It’s been quite a Saturday here at House of Rose. We’ve been to urgent care. Had one 2 year old decide he wants to wear ONLY underwear. And we have a sitter-upper friends.
All 3 pretty big happenings if I do say so myself.
Let’s start with P:
Our Poor P Man – besides being mauled by his brother…
…hasn’t been feeling well since Tuesday.
This is the 5th time he’s been sick in the last two months. This time has been different though. He’s been crying out in pain at night because his belly hurts. He hasn’t eaten a single thing in 5 days and has lost a lot of weight.
On Wednesday we went to see the doctor and he tested negative for Strep. So, they sent us home saying it must be the “flu bug“. Do you guys know how ABSOLUTELY tired of hearing “flu bug” I am at this point???
But, after his shrieking-in-pain screams last night and foaming at the mouth in his sleep I wanted him checked out again this morning. Unfortunately, Prompt Care didn’t find anything wrong with him. They even checked his urine. The P.A. said she would have done blood work, but doesn’t have that capability on Saturday’s so it looks like we will be back to our Pediatrician on Monday for blood work.
I’m not taking “nothing’s wrong with him” for an answer. I know my child and I know he is not being himself. Do you guys ever feel like you have to be an advocate for your child’s health? I usually just take the doctor’s answer and happily go on my way. But, this time…I’m not doing it. I am demanding answers. Call me “that” mom. I don’t care. I want to know what’s wrong with my baby boy. And if it turns up to be nothing like they say…then, sure, I may feel silly…but at least we will not have to worry anymore.
Now on to Mr. Bents:
I think this child may be the death of me. No lie. We have entered terrible-2’s and to say it’s terrible…doesn’t even come close. He started climbing out of his crib this week. As in…you put him in…he immediately escapes. We decided it was big boy bed time (EEEEK!). I SOOOOOOOO DID NOT WANT TO GO THERE.
He also is absolutely against wearing a diaper. Or pants. Or a shirt. In fact, he wants to be naked…100% of the time. The minute I would put him to bed he would take his clothes off AND his diaper. About 9 out of 10 times he would have poop. Yea, then he would smear it EVERYWHERE. Last week I was doing his sheets about twice a day.
And when we went “big boy bed style” he didn’t poop in the crib…just on the carpet. Awesome.
Thank you to all of you that suggested the footed pajamas backwards with the feet cut out. It’s the ONLY way I can keep his clothes (and diaper) on him.
We have now switched him to undies for the day time and so far he’s been peeing and pooing in the potty! Woot Woot!
Is finally sitting up without help!