Yesterday was a very odd day. From the second I woke up, it felt very...different. It might have been the clouds and rain that made it feel weird but something very scary happened. Parker was kind of fussy all day. He just wanted to be held and I felt bad because I had four people coming over to get their hair done. Luckily, my very sweet sister, Brianne, came over in the morning to help watch Parker and cuddled with him while I did hair in my kitchen.
After everyone left around 1:30, Parker was ready to eat, but he wouldn't breast feed very good and I couldn't figure out why he was so fussy. I thought that I didn't have enough breast milk for him or it wasn't coming out fast enough. So I made him a bottle with formula. At first he didn't want it, but eventually he drank it all and than drifted off to sleep in my arms. Shortly after that, my aunt Kristie and Aunt Patty knocked on the door to get their hair done.
He woke up and was still pretty fussy while they held him while I was applying color. I decided to go upstairs to call my neighbor Brooklyn to see if she could help me out--but before I could ask, Parker started to projectile throw up EVERYWHERE! I have never seen him throw up before-- he rarely even spits up! He kept going and going and going, and I started screaming for help because he wouldn't stop. It was sad, yet terrifying because I didn't know what to do! Kristie and Patty ran upstairs as fast as they could and I started sobbing. It scared me to death. Poor little Parker didn't like to see me scared and he had the most concerned look on his face (like what just happened?) Patty took him in his room to change his clothes and when she took them off, he had a huge, bright red rash all over his body. It had to have been the formula I gave him! My poor little baby was having an allergic reaction! I called Steve and he shut down his computer and rushed home from work. At that point, Parker was smiling and blowing raspberries and spit bubbles with his cute little rosy cheeks. I just love that kid.
Thankfully, he is back to normal and happy as can be. I will never give him that formula ever again. I am so grateful that Kristie and Patty were there to help me. And Steve is the best dad ever. He held him and played with him and made us dinner so I could take care of the baby. I love my little Parker boy so much and I am so glad that he is better now. I almost don't even remember life before Parker. Steve and I are so blessed for having such a cute, smiley, happy baby boy.
I love you parker boy. :)