Uh, I say the same about my 16 yr old

 

I get in a bad mood when I think about my daughter turning 16...:irked:

I get in a bad mood when I think about my daughter turning 16...:irked:

 

Trust me, brother. There are no bad years. They're all good with their own challenges.

 

Besides, when your daughter is 16 you can get her riled up by singing and dancing to her favorite turne. One of a dad's great simple joys.

Trust me, brother. There are no bad years. They're all good with their own challenges.

 

Besides, when your daughter is 16 you can get her riled up by singing and dancing to her favorite turne. One of a dad's great simple joys.

I'll have to remember that...:laugh:

I love my kids and miss many of the things about when they were younger but I don't and never will miss the bodily functions part.

Reminds me of when my 22 year old was small. Our game plan was-in "illness" emergencies, the wife cleaned up and attended to the kid while I got to clean up the "mess". I found that a spatula was a great tool to clean up puke out of the bed then the old rinse off on the toilet. Great memories.:ylsuper:

Once my husband took his Science Club to a trip to the Smokey Mtns, the boys were about 2 1/2 & 1. It sounded like a great idea but about 10 miles from Pidgeon Forge he told me that we were in Primitive Camping - I didn't know what that meant so then I asked - oh that means no running water or showers. Got to understand - had 1 son in diapers and the other one working on being potty trained. :eek::eek: Was not pretty - but now that they are 18 & 20 - I can laugh and I do miss those days.:lol::lol:

When I saw the title to this thread, I thought, "ARE there any joys in parenthood?" But reading these brought back many memories, and I can honestly say, (now that they are 25, 23, and 19) I AM JOYOUS THOSE DAYS ARE OVER!!!!! :ylsuper: But, they are over so quickly!

Edited October 7, 200917 yr by Beechnut
wrong age!

# 2 son got me at the fair. We just got there. That was the only time, I was always ready/prepared.

When my daughter was born, she was a perfectly healthy baby and had no illnesses to speak of for her entire infancy. I was completely unprepared when my son was born with severe GER, which went undiagnosed for 8 months. The kid barfed on everything...and I mean EVERYTHING...within a 6 foot radius. He could projectile-vomit like a champ! For 8 months we never left the house without a bundle of baby blankets to take and protect everything around us within a literal 6 foot radius. He got us, our furniture, the car, everything.

 

It was heck for those 8 months. And I was pretty sure I'd never look back and miss those days.

 

But now my daughter is 23, and my son is 22, and I miss those days like crazy!

 

Good, bad, ugly, there's not a memory of any day in either of their lives I would trade. Treasure them. Too soon they're grown and you have to text message them or leave a facebook message to find out what's going on with them. :lol:

Edited October 7, 200917 yr by threetimelover

My daughter was about two and always seemed to end up side ways in the bed with her legs on my chest or back. One late night I feel this warm sensation running down my leg. I'm sound asleep and dreaming is it possible that I'm doing number one? I finally jump up and realize that my sweet little wild child is wetting the bed and her legs are on top of me. That will bring you out of a sound sleep. I get her up and commence to stripping the bed and flip the mattress for the night. Time I get that done I look for her and she's curled up in the corner with my dog. Sound asleep.

 

No she never wetted on the dog ! What a great memory, nice thread !

When my daughter was born, she was a perfectly healthy baby and had no illnesses to speak of for her entire infancy. I was completely unprepared when my son was born with severe GER, which went undiagnosed for 8 months. The kid barfed on everything...and I mean EVERYTHING...within a 6 foot radius. He could projectile-vomit like a champ! For 8 months we never left the house without a bundle of baby blankets to take and protect everything around us within a literal 6 foot radius. He got us, our furniture, the car, everything.

 

It was heck for those 8 months. And I was pretty sure I'd never look back and miss those days.

 

RM, I've had 3 with severe GERD, bad enough to have to be medicated. Child #4 was like your son, she could projectile vomit from across the room. We wore towels, yes towels, around the house over our shoulders when we carried her. You would be walking with her over your shoulder and hear "SPLAT" and there she blew, all over the floor behind you. She would drink 6 ounces and I swear, 4 would come back up. It was not pleasant and made life so difficult at times, but we lived through it.

Edited October 7, 200917 yr by threetimelover

RM, I've had 3 with severe GERD, bad enough to have to be medicated. Child #4 was like your son, she could projectile vomit from across the room. We wore towels, yes towels, around the house over our shoulders when we carried her. You would be walking with her over your shoulder and hear "SPLAT" and there she blew, all over the floor behind you. She would drink 6 ounces and I swear, 4 would come back up. It was not pleasant and made life so difficult at times, but we lived through it.

 

 

My son was medicated as well. This was 22 years ago, so it was long before the child-doses of Reglen and Tagamet were come up with. I had to buy insulin needles and use pliars to pull the needles off to measure his medicine. When he was 8 months old, he was finally diagnosed when he wound up in the hospital for 10 days. He had chickenpox, and was dehydrated and looked like an Ethiopian poster child. It was scary! Eventually, after tests for Cystic Fibrosis and 4 days in isolation, they did some sort of advanced test and the GER showed up. He had a bleeding ulcer in his Esophogus, and they wanted to do surgery but he was too weak. Thankfully, surgery was never necessary.

 

Did your daughter always laugh after she vomited? My son did. :lol:

Having a child of my own makes me appreciate others "kids" stories so much more. Pre-having a child you just don't get it, and I'm certain there are so much more I'm going to learn!

My son was medicated as well. This was 22 years ago, so it was long before the child-doses of Reglen and Tagamet were come up with. I had to buy insulin needles and use pliars to pull the needles off to measure his medicine. When he was 8 months old, he was finally diagnosed when he wound up in the hospital for 10 days. He had chickenpox, and was dehydrated and looked like an Ethiopian poster child. It was scary! Eventually, after tests for Cystic Fibrosis and 4 days in isolation, they did some sort of advanced test and the GER showed up. He had a bleeding ulcer in his Esophogus, and they wanted to do surgery but he was too weak. Thankfully, surgery was never necessary.

 

Did your daughter always laugh after she vomited? My son did. :lol:

 

No, unfortunately she was not a "happy spitter." She would scream because it burned her esophagus coming up. Propulsid was a wonder drug for us, at least until they pulled it off the market because of some heart problems, or something!:scared::lol:

No, unfortunately she was not a "happy spitter." She would scream because it burned her esophagus coming up. Propulsid was a wonder drug for us, at least until they pulled it off the market because of some heart problems, or something!:scared::lol:

 

My son SHOULD have been screaming, but for some reason, when he threw up, he'd start giggling. Strange boy....but look at who his mom is.

 

I've never heard of Propulsid. We had Reglen & Tagamet. Those worked wonders, though.

 

My daughter, although rarely ill, gave me fits embarrassing me. I remember once being in Bacons at Bashford Manor, which was two stories. We had my son with me, in a stroller, and she was walking. She must have been about 2 or so. She wanted to go down the escalator, but of course I couldn't. So, she sits down next to the escalator and refuses to budge. I walked a few feet and turned into a corner behind a clothes rack, certain she'd get scared and follow. But, NOOOO! What does my daughter do? She starts yelling at the top of her lungs, "Don't beat me, Mommy!"

 

I could NOT get out of that store fast enough!