This entry is more of a journal entry than a blog so bear with me.
Will has been sick lately with diahrrea and then the pukies started and then more diahrrea. And I am not talking the occasional, every five-or-so-hours diahrrea. I will give you an example of the diahrrea I am talking about....
Today, I took him to Prescott to see his Pediatrician because I was nervous that he was getting deydrated. He has lost two pounds, but he is not needing to be hospitalized or anything. So, after consulting with Dr. Green we headed over to the Walmart to get all the stuff he talked about in said appointment.
So, the key here is that when Will says "I am poopy" he really means it and you had better change him FAST because this diahrrea stuff is like acid on his bum and stinky to boot. So he tells me that he is poopy and we run and I mean run with me carrying him to the bathroom in the back of Walmart. I change him and even have to change his outfit (I came prepared with three extra outfits), and then I pick him up and put him back in the cart that is right next to my right hip there in the lovely "Family Bathroom". Before I even get him put back into the cart, he yells, "Mom, I am POOPY!" I think that he is just feeling the effects of just being wiped down until I look down at my clothes and the floor. Yup, diahrrea all down my clothes, shoes and onto the floor. So, without grossing you out further, suffice to say, the Walmart trip took a LONG time to finish because of FREQUENT trips to the bathroom. And then he fell over in his seat in the cart asleep because all of this wore him out so much. Poor guy! I feel so sorry for him!
Tomorrow we will do a stool sample and hopefully it won't be salmonella again, arggghhhhh!!!
P.S. I should have done the Poop-A-Thon this week, then I would be rolling in the dough!