Well, Thanksgiving sucked this year. D’s parents went to his grandparents’ house, and we didn’t really want to drive in traffic with the babies, so we stayed home. We invited his parents and siblings to come for brunch the next morning, so we just spent all Thanksgiving Day cleaning and ate dinner out of the freezer. Friday morning went well, but I was soooooo tired, and we went out to run a few errands Friday afternoon and R vomited all over me at the pharmacy. He also vomited all over the floor, which was awesome! We had walked there and we hadn’t brought any supplies with us, since it’s only a block and a half from our house, so I left D to clean things up with the baby blankets that were in the stroller while I walked home with R.
He’s not normally as happy a baby as N, but when he’s sick he’s the grumpiest baby ever. Every time he needed to throw up, he screeched. After he threw up, he was usually hungry, so he screeched. Poops caused him to screech. So much screeching! So much vomit! So little sleep! He continued vomiting and having a fever on Saturday, while I started having awful cramps (my period started five days early on Thanksgiving! Also awesome!). I could barely hold myself together. Then the diarrhea started. It kept getting more and more watery, and it was awful. Sunday morning, N started vomiting, but at least R’s fever broke. He was still a bit grumpy due to the diarrhea, and N was a sad, lethargic little baby who barely made a peep and kept falling asleep halfway into doing something. N never got a fever, and he recovered more quickly than R, but D and I both stayed home yesterday to take care of the boys and make sure they were doing ok before sending them off today. Both still have diarrhea, and I’m not looking forward to this evening.
In the meantime, we’re having a horrible time coordinating visits. N’s visit supervisors have pretty much said they don’t care at all about our schedule. I’m at a bit of a loss as to how to deal with this, as we now have visits 4 days a week, and it’s incredibly inconvenient, especially since R is currently in daycare much closer to home, so it’s an awful lot of driving. I’m guessing I’m going to have to leave work really early, in addition to all the days I have to take off because we don’t have care for R. Of course, D doesn’t think he should have to take any time off at all. He even called his mom and asked her to take the day off yesterday so he didn’t have to, and she told him what was what.
And I just found out N may be leaving sooner than anticipated, possibly this week or in the next few weeks, because they’re transferring jurisdiction over his case. I’m heartbroken. I just want to cry.