Humorous, But Not So Funny

A long, long time ago, as far back as ancient Rome, doctors like Hippocrates termed bodily fluids "humors". Science and medicine revolved around the four "humors". Fast forward 2,500 years. Now, the conversation of one Doug and Shelly Carey revolves around humors. Ava's humors. :-) Did she poop today? Just pee? Was it a big diaper? How many times today? Hard to stay chique when these types of conversations are necessary.

Wednesday night was humor-ous, but not so funny. We were so excited. Ava ate her first jar of "pasta vegetable medley". Almost like "big people" food! She ate it up. Seemingly loved it. I had previously fed her a bottle with some cereal in it, but she appeared to be hungry enough for Doug to continue feeding her the pureed pasta. Not such a good idea.

I had a conference call at 2:30 a.m., Thursday morning. (Hopefully the last of that kind for a while...) I heard Ava coughing (yes, THAT cough lingers), but thought she might've been roused by my phone conversation with customers at that time of night. When the conference call ended, I went to check on Ava. RED TOMATO SAUCE everywhere. Humorous? No. Disgusting? Yes. It was on the sheets, on "Bun" (the bunny), on blankets, on her face, her hands. She looked to be sleeping so soundly, but I had to get her up... When I got her up, her little stomach got rock hard and she puked more. I felt so bad. She was heaving. The poor thing! I then told Doug Ava was sick. While I cleaned Ava, he cleaned her bed. She was extra-snuggly, sitting and snuggling with me while I rocked her. When she saw Daddy come back downstairs, she gave him a big grin. I guess this is her way of saying "thank you".

When we got her up later that morning, she ate breakfast and proceeded to make the messiest diaper in her career of diaper-making. I picked her up, and let's just say that the diaper was mostly missed. The pasta had not completely had it's way with her yet, I guess. Off to the bathtub we went, to clean up.

I think the pasta was too much for her stomach. Doug thinks it is a stomach bug of some kind. Maybe it's a combination of both. She was super-tired when I was running errands with her yesterday. She’s still recouping. One thing is certain, the remaining pasta won't be on the menu for a while...

I'll take the humorous "ha ha" over humorous "bleeechh" anyday...

With love,
Shelly, Doug and Ava