our sweetest magoo is “in a cycle” right now… i am researching cyclic vomiting syndrome, which has been mentioned to us before by jackson’s feeding therapist whose daughter suffers from this as well. the zofran that treats jackson’s belly helps with the cycles that he is now going through, but his bad days are just a bear for all of us, especially him.
according to jackson’s feeding therapist back in j’ville, at the onset of any sort of cold, virus, or something new (in jackson’s case, his teeth), the stomach is triggered since it is his weakness and vomiting occurs. anything that could potentially upset jackson’s system just sucks… he’s so sensitive, and his poor little stomach is so sensitive that anything making him uncomfortable or not feel well (again, his teeth) results in vomiting.
and it’s not just normal person vomit… this is crazy, mass puke-ige, and not to be witnessed by the sympathetic puker, as you will also start to retch and vomit yourself.
on jackson’s bad days, he’ll have his medicine in the morning, take about 4 ounces of a bottle and then start the show. a cycle for him can last anywhere from 1 single vomit session to multiple days. the key is to make jackson as comfortable as possible, which is where the zofran comes in really handy because it is such a strong anti-nausea/anti-vomiting drug and the dosage can be adjusted according to jackson’s needs.
so that’s where we are today… his teeth are bothering him so much that his whole little system is upset, and jackson “tells” us this by puking his guts all over us.

as for me and last night’s pampered chef party… a decent amount of wine was consumed by your’s truly, and $72.50 was spent on an assortment of kitchen accessories (i am told that this is a good deal). the chicks who attended were all about 10 years older than i am, with about 3 school age children a piece, and consumed much more wine than i did. (is that what happens when you have more than 1 child?) i was an outsider, but i usually am at navy wife stuff. after walking back upstairs to my apartment, i wrote my friend (another non navy navy wife) to dish to her… i told my friend that i felt like a pinata (stay with me on the analogy. i know i had a lot of wine, but it makes sense, i swear!) i was the colorful, “different” person at this party with my tattoos and youth. and when people (ladies especially) are met with something new and possibly strange, the daggers come out and the defenses go up. so like the pinata, i started getting wacked left and right “BAM BAM BAM”… with judgment. “so your son has what disorder now?” and “how many tattoos do you have?” and “you had orders for japan and what happened?” and eventually someone jabs the pinata to the point of it breaking, and so i broke, with anecdotes of my puking non-eating son, and feeding tube stories. and then they realized that i wasn’t scary, but sweet.

my in-laws arrive today for a birthday extravaganza weekend/superbowl party. paul’s cousin and her little one are sharing a birthday weekend that includes the following: a ladies luncheon tomorrow, and a super bowl/cooper bowl on sunday complete with a petting zoo and a mexican restaurant’s catering.

let’s hope jackson’s cycle ends sooner rather than later…