It was a Day.

Posted on 21. Jan, 2009 by Jillian in Glycogen Storage Disease

I had just finished cleaning all the hard wood floors. It was time to go to puppy training. It was also time for 6:00pm cornstarch. The light in their bathroom was out, but Jonny and Dallin were in the bathtub while our C.N.A., Callie, supervised them,  and Franklin decided this would be the optimal time to throw up in the mudroom. So, I bathed the little boys while Callie did cornstarch. Then I proceeded cleaning up puke while she continued the bath. I asked Ethan to bring me a paper towel so i could finish up, and then I heard a splat in the kitchen- apparently the smell was too much for him. So, now there were two pukes to mess with, blood sugar to test, and possibly a feeding pump to hook him up to if he turned out to be sick instead of scent sensitive (totally annoying).

Ethan ended up being fine, but I needed to examine the dog puke to figure out what made Franklin sick. At this point it looked very like a fruit roll up or fruit snacks. Two foods that are absolutely forbidden in my household. Then I heard Dallin come downstairs from his bath. I sent him into the playroom. Would he stay there?!?!? Oh no. A few seconds later I hear a slip splat and the older boys going “ewwwwwww, sick!” I was a little miffed. We decided not to go to puppy training. The shiny green stuff the dog regurgitated was later identified as Dallin’s last binki. I finished cleaning up puke and Dallin got another bath. I put in a movie so the kids would zone out and started cleaning out a closet- after I disinfected the floors for the second time that day. Callie (the C.N.A.) knocked on my craftroom door a few minutes later and timidly said “Ummm, Jill, the dog had some massive diarreah in the front room.” Of course he did. At least the mutt did it in the middle of the block village’s town square, and not on any of the blocks that were intricately scattered all around the room. It was officially huge, sticky, lumpy, smelly and nasty. The shopvac took another 30 min. to clean up after that.

Ben came home with a primrose for me, and by the time i finished telling him the whole story to I was laughing instead of screaming.
Dallin spent the night tossing and turning because that was the last binki, and there was no way I’d give it back to him.  He’s still bitter- so am I.