sowhatwithit
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Small background, my son is roughly three and a half. He sleeps in his bed and I sleep on a trundle on the floor next to his bed. Mom currently spends her nights with the 9 month old. I sleep in his room with him because he’s got some anxiety issues (ped legit told us she would diagnose him with clinical anxiety but they don’t diagnose people with that until they are 8). Anyway…
He’s been sick today, fever of 102. Found out from Facebook one of his classmates just got diagnosed with COVID so likely that but not confirmed. We go to sleep and he’s waking up all night, asking for water, generally not feeling good, etc. I’ve had plenty of these nights so it’s no big deal.
Well about 45 minutes ago he wakes up and says “daddy what’s this sticky stuff?” and in the shadows I see him reaching his hand to me. Me, half asleep I respond “what sticky stuff” and proceed to reach out to grab or feel whatever it is he’s got in his hands. I grab what’s in his hands and proceed to test the physical properties of it with my hand and fingers, quite confused, for about 3 seconds before the smell hits me. Little dude just handed me part of a turd.
I go from half asleep to 1,000% awake in a fraction of a second and into full blown crisis mode of trying to keep him from touching anything. His bed is FULL of stuffed animals and he’s very attached to his things so I didn’t want any compromises there. I grab him and rush him to the bathroom and start to strip him. There’s shit on his legs and he’s realized what it is and starting to freak out.
Also I totally just blasted him from dark room to full on bright bathroom lights and he’s not happy about that.
He’s screaming for mom, I’m trying to do shit damage control as if my life depends on it, all the while dodging his shit covered hands and keeping him from touching anything.
Now, as terrible as the night is, this is the point where I should really count my blessings it didn’t get worse. My son has a VERY sensitive gag reflex and between his screaming and coughing I start to hear that oh so familiar gag sound. He has literally puked from the smell of his own shit before, and I can see it coming again. I’m seconds away from adding a lot of puke to this situation (check my post history, I asked a question about it here, dude pukes A LOT). I immediately yell “Buddy we’re doing mr fox breathing game right now! MR FOX WHAT TIME IS IT THREE BIG BREATHS GO!” Some how I managed to re-direct enough to save myself from getting puked on too.
I’ve got him stripped, I’m vigorously washing both our hands, his lower half is still covered in shit so I tell him to play with the water while I clean him up.
I get him cleaned and changed, and put him in the trundle. I looked briefly and didn’t see any shit in the bed, but I’ll figure that out in the morning. I toss a section of this foam play thing he has on the floor at the end of the trundle to sleep on, and grab a blanket and pillow from my room and here we are.
Man, the 0 to 1,000 of half asleep to shit crisis mode is a really undesirable rush I can deal with out. I got two hours of sleep last night (I took the 9 month old last night to give the wife a break. Yes, he’s a terrible sleeper) and I’m probably on 2 hours so far tonight, but I don’t see myself falling back asleep. To amped up.
Hope everyone is having s better night than me.
He’s been sick today, fever of 102. Found out from Facebook one of his classmates just got diagnosed with COVID so likely that but not confirmed. We go to sleep and he’s waking up all night, asking for water, generally not feeling good, etc. I’ve had plenty of these nights so it’s no big deal.
Well about 45 minutes ago he wakes up and says “daddy what’s this sticky stuff?” and in the shadows I see him reaching his hand to me. Me, half asleep I respond “what sticky stuff” and proceed to reach out to grab or feel whatever it is he’s got in his hands. I grab what’s in his hands and proceed to test the physical properties of it with my hand and fingers, quite confused, for about 3 seconds before the smell hits me. Little dude just handed me part of a turd.
I go from half asleep to 1,000% awake in a fraction of a second and into full blown crisis mode of trying to keep him from touching anything. His bed is FULL of stuffed animals and he’s very attached to his things so I didn’t want any compromises there. I grab him and rush him to the bathroom and start to strip him. There’s shit on his legs and he’s realized what it is and starting to freak out.
Also I totally just blasted him from dark room to full on bright bathroom lights and he’s not happy about that.
He’s screaming for mom, I’m trying to do shit damage control as if my life depends on it, all the while dodging his shit covered hands and keeping him from touching anything.
Now, as terrible as the night is, this is the point where I should really count my blessings it didn’t get worse. My son has a VERY sensitive gag reflex and between his screaming and coughing I start to hear that oh so familiar gag sound. He has literally puked from the smell of his own shit before, and I can see it coming again. I’m seconds away from adding a lot of puke to this situation (check my post history, I asked a question about it here, dude pukes A LOT). I immediately yell “Buddy we’re doing mr fox breathing game right now! MR FOX WHAT TIME IS IT THREE BIG BREATHS GO!” Some how I managed to re-direct enough to save myself from getting puked on too.
I’ve got him stripped, I’m vigorously washing both our hands, his lower half is still covered in shit so I tell him to play with the water while I clean him up.
I get him cleaned and changed, and put him in the trundle. I looked briefly and didn’t see any shit in the bed, but I’ll figure that out in the morning. I toss a section of this foam play thing he has on the floor at the end of the trundle to sleep on, and grab a blanket and pillow from my room and here we are.
Man, the 0 to 1,000 of half asleep to shit crisis mode is a really undesirable rush I can deal with out. I got two hours of sleep last night (I took the 9 month old last night to give the wife a break. Yes, he’s a terrible sleeper) and I’m probably on 2 hours so far tonight, but I don’t see myself falling back asleep. To amped up.
Hope everyone is having s better night than me.
