Today I had kind of a scary morning. Theodore woke up at 2am so I made him a bottle and went into his room. He was doing really well sleeping through the night for several months but between having a lighter sleep and transitioning out of the swaddle he’s been waking up several times a week. I go to pick him up and notice that his sleep sack is wet, not in itself strange since he often spits up. But his sleeper under it is soaked, as is his sheet and mattress protector.
I give him some milk and get him changed while my husband gets his bed changed and we all go back to bed. He drank a bunch of milk last night after he ate 3 ounces of sweet potatoes so maybe he just had an upset stomach. A half an hour later he wakes up crying again. I go in and he threw up again! So we get him and his bed changed again and I check his frontside for signs of an allergic reaction because it was the first time he had sweet potatoes. I don’t see anything and he seems very tired but in a good mood so we put him back to bed.
When he started stirring this morning I went in to feed him like I normally do and he’s eats normally so I go on to getting him dressed for the day and I notice a terrible rash on his back. Of course my husband is away this weekend with his friends and I have to decide on my own what to do. I called to speak to a nurse and we agreed it was a good idea to bring him into Urgent Care.
The doctor said it was very unlikely that the sweet potatoes caused the vomiting or rash but to hold off on giving him anymore for a couple of weeks. She’s inclined to believe this is the start to a viral illness, as he also had a low grade fever. He’s been sleepy most of the day and not eating nearly as much as he normally would (and unfortunately he threw up again this afternoon) but all in all he was still in a pretty good mood. I hope that carries through the weekend as it’s just me taking care of him all weekend. It’s already awful to feel helpless when you’re baby is sick and there is nothing you can do to make him feel better but it could be a lot worse if he’s fussy and inconsolable all weekend. The doctor warned me though that it’s likely to get worse before it gets better. Poor Theodore!