My day started at 4:30 this morning at my parents house with Milo screaming. I go into check on him and he has puked all over the bed. So I get him up, strip him down and give him a bath. Then I have to stripe the bed and take everything in it to the washer. There is not another crib sheet for the crib in my parents house that they have had since I was a baby and put up for the grandbabies so I have to improvise with a flat sheet for a queen bad wrapped around the crib mattress. I finally get Milo back in bed and as I pull up on the side to close it all the slat come out and the whole side falls apart! My mother is up at this point so I leave Milo with her while I run out to the car to get the port-a-crib that we brought with us to use while we were at my grandmothers house and get it set up and finally get Milo back down.
Milo and I get up a few hours later and get packed and take off for home. He's still not feeling well and sleeps the whole way home which, I must admit, was nice. He has taken to recently taken to whining in the car on any trip longer than going to the grocery store.
I get home and take a few things in before I unload Milo and what greets me in the hall way? DOG DIARRHEA! Baily had apparently gotten sick and pooped all over hall way and the kitchen tile. I put Bailey out and get Milo and put him in his crib because I cant' let him run around with I clean up or he would get into the mess. He is NOT happy about this and screams the entire 45 minutes it takes me to clean up. I got to take out the trash and apparently I didn't close the back gate well because Bailey gets out and takes off for a romp around the neighborhood. I can't go look for him because it's freezing and beginning to snow and Milo doesn't feel well so Chris says he'll come home and go looking for him. While waiting for Chris to get home I open the front door and call for Bailey. After a few minutes he come charging around the corner, tail wagging and covered in mud!
All the while Milo has not had a wet diaper all day and has taken no more than a few sips of Gatorade. I put in a call to the Dr. and they call back saying to try and get him to drink something (duh!) and if he still hasn't had a wet diaper by tomorrow morning we would need to take him to the ER so they can give him IV fluids!
What a day!