Sick Babies: An Initiation into Motherhood


When you hear of initiations you think of bizarre rituals young adults participate in to join a college fraternity, at least I do. Well folks, I feel like I participated in my own outlandish ritual this weekend to earn my way into the fraternity know as “Motherhood.” Everyone who is a mom and has had a sick baby knows what I am talking about. And if you haven’t had the pleasure of trying to comfort your sick baby, you will. 🙂

I have considered myself lucky that we made it a year into Liam’s life with only a few colds here and there and maybe one fever. But, my luck could only hold out for so long. Poor baby LT got a stomach bug over the weekend and it was seriously the worst. Liam woke up crying in the middle of the night on Friday. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling a little frustrated when he woke up because lately he seems to sense when it’s the weekend and is like, “COOL! It’s the weekend which means…ALL NIGHTER with MOM!” I know the little guy isn’t deliberately trying to sleep deprive his poor mom, but it does seem that way sometimes. Anyway, my frustrations completely melted away when I walked into his bedroom Friday night and immediately smelt vomit. Everything was covered and his little baby face was looking at me wondering what had just happened. I felt so guilty for trying to let him soothe himself back to sleep for a few minutes. Mom of the year, I know. {Tear emoji} After that I wanted to do anything I could to make him feel better. Seeing your baby sick and not feeling well is the worst. You want to make it better for them, but all you can do is give snuggles and let them know you are there.

We snuggled all night after Trev cleaned him up in the tub and I tacked the cleaning of the crib and scrubbing the puke out of my mom’s brand new carpet. Of course he had to be sick while we are staying at my parents. The two more times we had to clean puke out of my parent’s carpet was the icing on top of the cake. So I thought…

No, no. The icing on the cake with sprinkles on top was when I got sick, then Trevor, then my mom, then my dad, then my sister who only saw us for a couple hours on Sunday. Yup, that nasty little bug took down five adults and one baby in a 72 hour period.  I don’t know how Liam remained his happy baby self all day Saturday and Sunday if he was feeling like we all felt on Sunday and Monday. The good news is we all survived and I did learn some valuable lessons.

  1. Moms are underrated. No one really appreciates their mom taking care of them when they are sick until they are a mom and experience it themselves.
  2. If you baby isn’t acting himself then something is probably up. Listen to your instincts.
  3. When you someone is sick in your house Lysol and hand sanitizer is your best friend.

Taking care of a sick, puking baby is a rite a passage that every mom will achieve. Furthermore, being sick yourself and taking care of a sick baby is a skill you won’t even know you had until you are there. I can honestly say I am happy to have that “first” under my belt. Fist bump to all moms out there. You ROCK!


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