I'm sitting here waiting for Noah's doctor's office (yes, I said doctor's office) to return my call. Sunday, Tuesday and Wednesday night (around 1:30am), he's been getting up and .... filling a bowl. Afterwards, he's been going right back to sleep. Each following morning, he's gone back to being "just Noah".
Now, between all these nights, I had dealt with a 24 hour ... thing. Myra had added some decorative touches to a Wendy's. (I don't think they liked it.) Hannah decided her car sear needed a little something extra and Drew has been going through the diapers like crazy. Not a one of us has had a fever.
We thought what I had was food poisoning and it still might have been. No one else has had the symptoms I had. The kids have all bounced right back wanting to eat and running around. I didn't look at food. I didn't want to smell food. Just the thought of food made my tummy gurgle. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and let the world spin without me but I was too busy making trips to and from the bathroom. (BTW, Josh was kind enough to stay home from work on Monday and help me out. It was greatly appreciated.)
So back to Noah ... I'm still waiting for the office to call me back. They sounded incredibly busy when I called. I'm glad he doesn't have anything serious. He just has something (as the receptionist at the doctor's office said) "weird". Why can't our child be "normal"?
UPDATE: The nurse called this afternoon. After consulting with the doctor, they think that Noah may have reflux. So off to the pharmacy we go for yet another prescription for a medicine that helps with nausea and vomiting. He's to try that for five days. If he doesn't get better (or gets worse) he is to see the doctor ASAP.

