2012-01-25

One thing I am learning as I continue down the 'Working Mother' path is to never be surprised by being surprised!

Last Sunday night, we approached the start of a new work week consistent with what was to be expected.  A bath on Sunday night, followed by books at 7:00 and bedtime at 7:30, and just enough time to spend Sunday evening relaxing with the hubby.  Around 10, Roland started crying.  Since this was not the norm for him, I quickly went to see what was wrong and was completely surprised to find that he had thrown up.  Immediately, the term 'medical doctor' was added to my domain of expertise as I tried to assess the symptoms...no fever, throwing up, severe congestion...perhaps the congestion and mucus is too much for his little belly and which made him sick?  Okay, let's stick with that.

We changed his clothes, quickly showered him (tub was out of commission since we were disinfecting it with clorox since he decided to poop in the tub earlier that night...), changed his sheets and put him back to bed.

Phew...

Two hours later, we woke up to another crying fit.  Yep, he vomited again.  Poor baby!! This time, I questioned my diagnosis and started to think that perhaps dinner didn't agree with him.  The amount that he thew up just didn't make sense with congestion.  I made salmon cakes for dinner and he's had them dozens of times before, but perhaps it just didn't sit well with him?  Okay. We'll go with that.

Monday morning surfaced quickly and I found myself bound by the familiar 'Working Mother's' guilt. Work vs. family - what do I do?  Roland didn't sleep well, threw up, was severely congested.  Unfortunately, we have no family in the area so having someone babysit him was not an option. He didn't have a fever so technically he could go to daycare.  I decided to keep him home and work from home during his nap.

We sent him to daycare on Tuesday and at 3:00 I received the dreaded daycare call. "Roland woke himself up from his nap and vomited."  What could be going on?  I made a quick exit and let my team know know that I may not be able to attend a business trip in D.C. scheduled for the following day.

Since I was still unsure as to his diagnosis, we made a call to the pediatrician and scheduled an appointment for Wednesday morning.  Again, surface working mother's guilt...I was scheduled to be in D.C. for a meeting, but the little guy was under the weather.  To be fair, this is where you learn of those events you really need to attend, and those events you can delegate.  This was an event I could delegate.

Roland checked out fine at the Dr., so what could be causing the vomiting?  Turns out it was greek yogurt. After combing through the events of each day throughout the past week, the only common thread was the yoyo.  So, the yoyo was put back on the shelf for awhile.  Thankfully, the little guy fully recovered albeit passing his congestion on to Mommy and Daddy :)

Anyone else experience the working mother's guilt?  How about a sudden food aversion?


2 comments:

Bumber's Bumblings January 26, 2012 at 7:42 AM  

What a bummer! Poor little guy! Glad you figured out what it was!

Patricia January 28, 2012 at 3:01 PM  

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