Liam keeps me pretty busy so finding time to write has been a bit of a task in itself, let alone trying to catch up on laundry, dishes, and sleep. Being a Mommy is utterly wonderful yet terrifying at other times. The other night Liam scared both Keith and I to death. We were just feeding him his 8ish bottle when he decided to throw up all over me. I had never seen a baby throw up that much liquid. We were at the last bit of his bottle, so all 5 ounces seemed to come up all at once in a bubbling mess all over me and the carpet. Keith took care of the floor and i cleaned Liam up and then myself. We had been concerned with his unusually sleepiness and general fussiness earlier that day, but didn't think much of it until that moment. We checked his temperature (quite a few times for consistency) and he was good, but I was shaking.
Thankfully the rest of the night was just fine and he kept the rest of his bottles down through the night. We were so thankful and happy he was okay. That was the worst feeling ever, not knowing what was wrong, but Keith stayed calm and somehow everything worked out. This was actually worse than watching him go through the withdrawal process because there were no machines hooked up to the little guy telling us he was okay. I do not miss the beeping, but I did for a small tiny moment.
Liam is doing great now. Sleeping nearly through the night, trying to sit up, holding his head ever so steady, and smiling so sweetly. We are even blessed with the occasional giggle that just makes me melt. He has the best cheeky smile, that I have been able to capture its full magnificent on the camera yet...hopefully soon.