Speaking of dumps...
I learned yesterday you don't drink coffee with Spark from Advocare. I shook like a dog shitting razor blades all morning! Then I couldn't go to sleep. Meanwhile my kid was conspiring to keep me from sleeping. She barely ate all day, which is unlike her. Then she had a nasty diarrhea poop last night and my wife thought she was bloated. K usually sleeps 10-12 hours with no problem. I just about got myself shut off at 12:30 this morning when she started whimpering. Got her settled down and again, I'm almost asleep at 2:30 and she does it again, this time asking to go to the potty. Got that taken care of and at 5AM, she starts crying. She asks me to take her to the potty and says her stomach hurt. Poor thing was laying awake curled up in a ball when I went in, so I did something that's only happened once in her 3 years on this planet: I let her sleep with us. Well, she slept and so did my wife, but not me...
My alarm went at 9 and she sat straight up and said: "My stoma...." and that's all she wrote. It was 2 days worth of food. Looked like you chewed up a bag of Doritos and spit them out. Never seen vomit that thick.
So we clean up that mess and I'm about to give her some water and toast when I see this "oh shit" look on her face and she takes off running. Poor thing never stood a chance. She shat all over her favorite new pair of panties she got for her birthday this weekend. She was devestated.
She's in there blowing it up again. It's one thing to be an adult and know what's up, it's way worse to see a kid go through it. Breaks my heart. Thank god for a strong stomach!!!
I learned yesterday you don't drink coffee with Spark from Advocare. I shook like a dog shitting razor blades all morning! Then I couldn't go to sleep. Meanwhile my kid was conspiring to keep me from sleeping. She barely ate all day, which is unlike her. Then she had a nasty diarrhea poop last night and my wife thought she was bloated. K usually sleeps 10-12 hours with no problem. I just about got myself shut off at 12:30 this morning when she started whimpering. Got her settled down and again, I'm almost asleep at 2:30 and she does it again, this time asking to go to the potty. Got that taken care of and at 5AM, she starts crying. She asks me to take her to the potty and says her stomach hurt. Poor thing was laying awake curled up in a ball when I went in, so I did something that's only happened once in her 3 years on this planet: I let her sleep with us. Well, she slept and so did my wife, but not me...
My alarm went at 9 and she sat straight up and said: "My stoma...." and that's all she wrote. It was 2 days worth of food. Looked like you chewed up a bag of Doritos and spit them out. Never seen vomit that thick.
So we clean up that mess and I'm about to give her some water and toast when I see this "oh shit" look on her face and she takes off running. Poor thing never stood a chance. She shat all over her favorite new pair of panties she got for her birthday this weekend. She was devestated.
She's in there blowing it up again. It's one thing to be an adult and know what's up, it's way worse to see a kid go through it. Breaks my heart. Thank god for a strong stomach!!!
