The Koopmans: February 2009

A couple of updates...first we have all recovered. I mean everyone. Last week Monday, after working 15 hours completly tired, I come home to find Levi tucked in bed. Ah, now to relax. Not so much. Ryan went in to check on him and found Levi covered in puke..orange squash from dinner. The poor thing was pale green but still smiling and kicking his little legs. We stripped the crib, cleaned him up, changed his clothes and he did it again, and again. I have seen many grown people puke but never a little one. It was hard to see him do it and not be able to let me know when he was going to do it. He would just look up at me...like make it stop. I ended up drapping a towel over my shoulder and rocking him until he was done. The next day the diaherra started and he would not eat or drink. We had to force the fluids and the pedalyte which he did not care for. On Thursday, Ryan and I both had it. Ryan did not go to work and Grandma Roedema picked Levi up for the day and overnight. We were just to weak to care for him. Ryan and I slept all day. By the weekend, Grandma and Grandpa Roedema had gotten sick. Grandma Roedema claims it is the sickest she has ever seen my dad. Grandma and Grandpa Koopmans also got sick this week...after helping us out on Saturday while I ran some errands.Yesterday, I could tell that Levi was getting his appetite back...and no more blow out diapers. In addition to all that are upstairs bathroom is torn apart. We came home last week to find the cabient above our toliet had fallen off the wall. Ryan thought that we had been robbed. Our bathroom supplies were all over the floor. I spent some time scrubbing nail polish off our tile. The walls got pretty dinged up too. I was thinking about repainting the bathroom so this should help...right? Meanwhile all our bathroom tolietries are in our bedroom. Very cluttered. We also bought Levi his new bigger carseat and it has been drama ever since. He does not seem to like it. It has gotten better once we get moving but before that it is all screams. It reminds me of when he was 3 months old and would scream all the way down Wilson Ave...when he was colicky. It is hard for him to hold his bottle in this car seat the way the seat is positioned so if he is hungry he gets frustrated that he can not feed himself. That will not stop us though, I am so glad to get outside even it is for a little ride. Otherwise we are going to get cabin fever :) By the way, Levi turned 8 months old this week too.