Puke Skywalker

Today was supposed to be the first day of the rest of my life. I was supposed to think back laughingly to the time when I had two babies and bask in how much easier everything is now. I was supposed to get so much stuff done now that I only had one good baby to manage. But Brandt had other plans and started puking hourly last night at 9.

Even sick he's the perfect little baby and slept through the whole night--he didn't even wake up to vomit. Of course I stayed up most the night watching him and cleaning up around him. He napped most the day, but of course was perky and smiley for the doctor. The doctor joked that Brandt has a bleeding ulcer from the Dominic stress of the last two days, but other than that didn't say what's going on and just wrote a couple prescriptions to treat the symptoms. Dan's coworker diagnosed it as rotavirus, which I guess would be good because he's less likely to get it again and it's got a pretty cool name.