ick

while liam was sick it was a challenge to get him to eat anything. i tried grapes. this is what he thought of the grapes ...



















then i tried pretzels. this is what he thought of the pretzels ...



















he would not drink his milk and i don't know if he's back drinking it or not because there is some lack of communication going on. guess those who aren't communicating think its not important. i'm just his mom after all. what do i know? why should i be informed? really, i'm pretty low on the chain of command. no, its okay, i understand.

so, while i took another 2 days off work (i'm pissed about that and just wrote a very laced paragraph which was too angry to display on my blog so i deleted it) liam's CHEO appointment with the Gastroentologist landed on the friday morning. originally we thought it was with the Allergist. nope!

like i said, liam was sick. whenever his fever spikes the doctors have us take a urine sample because of his previous history of hospitalizion due to a UTI that backed up into (and infected) his kidneys. have you ever tried to slap a urine collection bag on a toddler? its almost impossible, especially because you have to squish the twig and berries into this little opening covered with gluey stickiness. he was not a pleased little boy.

the first urine collection bag he crapped on. since it had no urine in it i discarded the bag.

the second urine collection bag fell off and the urine collected in the diaper. awesome.

the third urine collection bag he ripped off just after it was put on.

warning: i am about to say crap/feces more than any person in the history of the world. you've been warned!!

the fourth urine collection bag he crapped on. not in, ON. as in, all over. only this bag had urine in it. urine i urgently needed to run to the lab. so i had to touch the crap to get it off his twig and berries. he decided he didn't like that so he rammed his hands down in between his legs and grabbed a handful of feces. which he waved around, getting it on his face. then he slammed his shoe into his diaper and covered his sole in feces. then he traced a pattern on the table with his poop.

by this time i have feces all over my hands and a bit on my shirt. i get him cleaned up, clean up the table he's smeared crap all over. clean up his shoe, wash his hands in soapy water (which he loved, getting to stand on a stool like a big boy and all) and then tackle the urine collection bag.

the opening of the bag is covered in crap. great. to get the urine out i would have to contaminate it with feces. wonderful!! so what do i do? i grab my earring (urine is sterile right?), poke a hole in the bottom of the bag and squeeze the stream of urine into the collection cup while trying not to touch more feces than i logically need to. by this time i am hovering between vomiting and crying. liam is the only reason i didn't do either.

the only reason.

after that episode, he was easy to entertain in the waiting room.




















after we got home he had a nap. then he decided it would be fun to try on daweski's trucker hats. luckily my cell was close by and i snapped a shot.



















then i tried to do some dishes because the house was a wreck (right? sick kid = messy house) and liam found my meatloaf pan, which is made from BPA free flexible plastic. he tried to climb inside it.



















he wouldn't fit. so he settled for standing in it instead.



















yes i'm aware i skipped over the whole CHEO appointment and what we learned and why was he sick and what happened?? people, cut me some slack! there is only so much information a mom can relay in one day. CHEO update-post to follow shortly. peace out!