Luke was really crabby all day Monday. I wasn't sure what was up. We spent most of the day nursing and sleeping.
Yesterday was much better. He was in a good mood all day, no big deal. That is, until after his bath. I tried to nurse him to sleep, but he kept thrashing around, rubbing his eyes, fussing. After a while I tried the other side. He nursed for a bit and then started fussing. Then he spewed. ALL OVER EVERYTHING. Holy cow, I didn't know his little stomach could hold so much!!
After he threw up he seemed fine. He saw his bucket of toys on the floor and wanted to play. So we put him down there while we stripped the bed down. I went to run another bath and then heard Ben say, "Ewwww, ewww, ewww". Luke was throwing up on the floor.
So into the tub he went while Ben started a load of laundry and cleaned the floor up.
I pulled Luke out of the tub and he promptly threw up again. Back into the tub. Pulled him out and, yep, he threw up again. Back into the tub.
Ben and I joked that we knew he loved his bath, but this was pretty extreme.
By now Luke was looking really tired and shaky. We got him out (no throwing up!) and put him onto our old mattress on his bedroom floor (with lot's of towels to protect it). He laid down for a while and then started fussing again. I pulled him into my lap and grabbed a towel right as he threw up again. Poor babe. There really wasn't much left to come out but he was tired and miserable and kept whimpering. So heartbreaking!
After that I just held him and sang to him and he was out in a minute! Worn out little guy.
So far today he's done okay, but he's still crabby and we have already had one long nap today. Sounds like it's time for another......