Pooptastic Adventures in Babysitting

The other night my bf had a gig so I was home alone. It was 6PM and it was already getting dark, a sure indication that the seasons are changing and that fall is definitely around the corner. or is already here. OK - I had meant to go into a short story of how the baby did a poo and I went to change the diaper and he wasn't exactly done yet, so needless to say I had to use a lot of wipes and it was quite a mess. But I haven't blogged in a while and now I lost my train of thought for my pootastic story. It's probably a subject most people don't want to read about anyway. I haven't been blogging since the baby has been quite fussy during the afternoons, which is usually when I try to write. Not to mention, with my company in transition, I've been quite stressed and checking work emails in my free time instead of attending to personal ones. But it's quieted down now. Hope the job situation resolves soon. If I end up not having a job anymore, maybe it's a blessing in disguise since I get to focus on taking care of the baby. Although financially, it wouldn't be too good of a thing. The one thing I know for sure is that my Brooklyn office will be officially closed end of October, so if I do continue working, I have to work from home anyway.

This evening, the baby has thrown up massively. He spit up a little because we tried giving him formula. I thought he was hungry because he was breastfeeding for so long and crying the whole time, so I thought he wasn't getting enough milk. But I think in the end, he did end up getting enough, and he spit up the little formula that he did drink. I was putting him to sleep, and he ended up throwing up all over me and himself - not a whole lot but it was like thickened milk. And maybe a half hour later, after he had fallen asleep and he was put in the crib, he threw up again massive - all over the crib, it even came out of his nose, a thick white. Aargh. Poor baby. Totally freaked me out. I think maybe he over-ate, with a little mix of congestion. He didn't cry or fuss, and after clean up, was ready to go back to sleep like nothing had happened. Weird. I mean I was warned to expect projectile vomit but when it happens, you get all paranoid that something may be seriously wrong. Well I'll keep a watch out to see if this throwing up is persistent.