So foul

I believe I last posted on Saturday.  A mere two days ago, but it feels like forever.  Oscar caught a cold from Teacher Julia and it kicked into gear Saturday afternoon.  By Sunday afternoon the Diaper Genie was full of a nastiness I lack the vocabulary to describe.  I should have foreseen that this sort of gastrointestinal distress might not limit itself to just one variety, but somehow (whether out of optimism or sheer stupidity) I did not.

Oscar and I were lying on the sofa watching Classical Baby while he had his bottle.  He finished it and appeared to be going to sleep when he was hit by a coughing fit.  It subsided, but he sat up, looked at me and threw up.  Just a little, but little did I know that was just a preview of coming attractions.  I’ll spare you the details, but it was bad.  Awful, really.  I can deal with a lot of things, but vomit is not one of them, regardless of whether it’s mine or someone else’s.  Vomit is my kryptonite.  

Six hours later, Oscar, clean after four baths (I told you it was bad), was finally sleeping fitfully.  I was left to deal with the residue.  I had tried to clean the floors, sofa and walls earlier, but this was one of those times that made me realize how difficult being a single mom can be.  There’s really not much you can do during these moments – I tried to place Oscar in the (empty) tub while I mopped down the floor in front of his bathroom, but he wasn’t having it.  Understandably, he wanted to be held, so I had to leave the mess(es) alone, covered in towels, hoping that the dogs wouldn’t touch it either.  Between cleaning the seven “impact zones” and trying to make sure Oscar stayed asleep, it took almost four hours for me to get things set right.   Makes me seriously wonder how I’m going to do this with two kids.

February 2, 2009 - Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Parenting, Single mothers