I keep forgetting to mention that I was wrong in my second-to-last post about when our GI follow-up was. It’s actually next week, not this week. I’m going to have to dig my car out of the snow and make sure that it still works!

Anyhow, I think it was last Friday that Sean’s parents babysat for us while we went out to dinner and did some much needed grocery shopping. They held Liliana up by leaning her against their chests, and she didn’t throw up at all. Granted, I had given her the omeprazole and bethanechol an hour before, so maybe the medicines were kicking in.

Sean and I have tried replicating that method of holding her so she wouldn’t throw up as much,  but to no avail. She has her good days and bad days, and sometimes when I feed her throughout the night she won’t throw up at all. This morning, though, Sean said that she threw up and it was all over her back (since she was lying down). Just an hour ago, after I was holding her in a sitting position through her 9 AM feeding without any throwing up, she decided to do some projectile vomiting.

It didn’t go too far, but still had enough force to go several inches in front of her face. It soaked her bib, my left hand and her left hand. Some of it also got onto the carpet. Fun.

Sean and I have both been feeling under the weather the past few days because the snow on our rental townhouse is melting and freezing in cycles. The windows in our master bedroom have large amounts of ice on them, and when they melt, they soak into the tracks of the windows. The water creeps its way onto our windowsills and sits there, allowing mold to grow, or drips down onto the carpet. It’s getting steadily worse; there’s now mold growing right above the baseboard of the wall.

Luckily, Liliana’s room has been spared from this problem and I hope that she doesn’t catch whatever I have. It would make things much worse, I think.