Last Friday night, the night before our early morning flight, we were eating a quick dinner at Heslop's and out of absolutely nowhere, Stewart threw up everywhere. I was shocked, I didn't know what to think. He had zero reaction to it. He wasn't sad or upset, and it was the first time he had ever thrown up. I was hoping with everything that I had inside me that it was just something weird he ate and that he was not sick. We had weeks of being all being healthy and we just needed one more for our Mexican adventure. So that night we lined Stew's floor with blankets incase he was up all night to minimize the clean-up. But "YAY" he never woke up in the night. I thought we were in the clear. So we packed all up and headed to the airport. I sat in the back with the kids and fed Stewart a little of my yogurt on the way. I was talking to Lily and getting her psyched about finally being able to go inside the airport (which may have been a highlight of her vacation) when I looked back and saw Stewart had thrown up a little in his car-seat. OH-NO! It was a very stressful flight for Paul, watching Stew's every move to make sure he didn't vomit all over the plane. We had a lay-over in Phoenix and so far so good. But then on the way to Mexico, he was eating something and started gagging. Ready for action, Paul was able to catch two separate throw ups with very minimal mess on anything.
We finally made it to Mexico! We were all in good spirits, except for some anxiety Paul apparently was having the entire flight. But things were looking up. Stewart was acting relatively normal, just a bit tired which I expected since we woke him up a couple hours earlier than his average day. That night after we go settled in our rooms, we went down to this yummy Italian restaurant at the resort. While waiting for our food I started feeding Stew his dinner. Paul noticed that Stewart had blown completely out of his diaper... like, I don't want to go into details, but it was the worst...EVER! I am sooo glad that there were no other diners around us because it for sure made me lose my appetite. After going back and forth (to bath and clean him up) and back (he was just not having it, me and him were calling it a night) and forth (Paul gave me the towel key instead of the room key), I was absolutely exhausted and done. I put Stewart to bed and just vegged the rest of the night. Everyone slept through the night but when I brought Stew in bed with us in the morning to give him his bottle, about half-way through, guess what? He threw up everywhere, poor little guy. So we sent everyone off to church while we just laid low and let Stew rest.
To make a really long story short, every time I thought Stewart was getting better, he threw up at a restaurant or woke up crazy early and screamed the whole time. It was super bizarre but every single day he woke up one hour earlier than the day before, almost exactly! The first day it was at 8, the next was 7ish, the next 6ish, the next 5ish, the next 4ish, and oh yes, the last day he woke up at 3'oclock in the morning and screamed almost until 7. It was so unlike him to even wake up in the night so I was at a complete loss as to what to do. By the last two mornings I took him on stroller rides around the resort just to calm him down. I will say that mid-week when he woke up at 5, he fell back asleep an hour later in my arms. It was really precious and the highlight of my week. He hasn't done that since he was a newborn so it was a little tender mercy to experience that again.
We did have some good times playing at the beach, lounging in the lazy river, and playing in the pools. Paul was able to get some good frisbee tossing in along with beach volleyball, parasailing, and a canopy vip-line adventure with the family.
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