Barf-a-thon

Out of the blue yesterday, Cooper decided to embark on a horrendous barf-a-thon. The kid must have vomited at least two dozen times, and he hit an amazing number of different surfaces in our house. Poor thing barfed in our bed about 5 times (because I figure once the baby barfs once in the bed, you might as well let him do it again), three times in his crib, once on the bath mat, once on the kitchen floor, twice directly onto my chest, twice in the bath tub, once on the changing table... you get the idea. By the time the barfing started to subside, I had 5 loads of laundry to do, the baby was naked except for his diaper, he was sleeping on a blanket on the floor because that was the only clean flat surface I could muster, and I was seriously contemplating not changing out of my barfed-on shirt because I wasn't sure if he's just do it again anyway.

The worst part was how upset, sad, and exhausted he was. It was so hard to see him all pale and listless, and not to know any real way to help except for keeping him clean and warm.

The happy part is that aside from some minor spitting up around 11pm, the whole problem disappeared as quickly as it arrived. It started around 4pm, peaked at 5pm, and then by 9pm he was happy, chatting, and totally fine. When Matt got home at 10pm from his night classes he commented that Cooper looked pale, but other than that Matt said he never would have known anything was wrong. Kid slept great- from 11pm to 6:30 without any waking up!

Today Cooper's appetite is a little bit off, but nothing outrageous. He isn't pale anymore and his energy level is back up to the usual energizer bunny levels.

I'm baffled. I think he must have eaten something nasty, but nothing came out of note. Oh well. At least we all came out of it with fresh sheets on our beds.