Last Thursday, exactly one hour before I was scheduled to be at work, my daughter had explosion issues. I didn't worry at first, but it just wouldn't stop.
I immediately called the baby-sitter and told her not to worry about watching Isabelle.
I frantically called my husband, practically begging him to come home from work early.
Then I called my work, explained my situation and said I would be possibly 30 minutes late.
I heard there were a few more explosions while I was at work.
On Monday, it started all over again. At basically the same time of day: right before I had to go to work.
My mom agreed to watch Isabelle. Thankfully I had one Pull-Up left in the house. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, but Isabelle was nice enough to not put her grandma through any torture.
Once Dustin got home, there were a few more explosions - literally one right after the other.
And Dustin threw up because of it all.
That night, while the rest of the world was sleeping, we had to give two emergency baths plus a few loads of laundry.
The fun-ness of it all continued on Tuesday. Thankfully I didn't have to work that day, so all we did was sit around and do nothing.
I'll admit, it was pretty much awesome, ya know, in between all the baths and clean up and dry heaving.
My FB status that day: "Parenthood is full of endless joy. And endless diarrhea."
Last night, Isabelle woke up every hour with night terrors. She was easy to calm down, but getting up and out of bed got a little old.
Eventually, I caved and brought her into our bed. We needed some serious sleep, and the screaming stopped once we did that.
And then she peed in our bed.
Well, that's been my week. How about you?