The worst is over

Seems like the worst of Tobey's stomach flu is finally over. When I think back, it was "only" two days. But when you live it, it feels like forever.

The worst part of stomach flu was Tobey being superhungry, wanting to eat, asking to eat, but I couldn't give him anything. It was really emotionally painful to have to just stand by and in a way, watch him suffer. There was nothing I could do about it.

The irony was, here is a kid who wanted to eat, but couldn't. And then there's Eli, who CAN eat, but won't. So needless to say, Eli was grating on my nerves yesterday.

By late morning, I was ready to call Tom home. Tobey was super low energy (we had both fallen asleep on the couch at 9AM) and super clingy. Eli was being a fussy baby for (in my opinion) no good reason. Either kid would cry if I put them down and I ended up with both in my lap with me almost ready to cry. But a walk to the community center complex was a good distraction for all of us and Tom didn't need to come home. It was Tom's turn for night off though, but by day's end, I just couldn't deal with this alone anymore so we postponed his night off another week.

I also didn't realize how much Tobey is actually companionship for me. Since we were isolated from people (and had to give up an MTO park date yesterday and playdate today), it was pretty lonely. It wasn't until this morning with Tobey now in normal spirits again that I realized that it wasn't so much the mommy company that I miss (although I always miss it), I missed even having the constant toddler chatter of Tobey. To see him lethargic, just sitting on the couch, or laying on the ground makes the day really feel like there's no one to talk to, in addition to having to watch him be so miserable.

Well, Tobey's happily eating jook with salt today and chattering away. I'm looking forward to reintroducing him to normal food as well as getting back into the world.