Oh boy, today's turned out to be a Pukefest.
And no, it wasn't me puking, for a change.
William barfed all over the hallway this afternoon. Thank God for the Oxyclean spray stuff that gets stains out of carpet, even watermelon and strawberry yogurt. I prayed that it was just a weird, random chance thing. But 15 minutes or so later, I found out that it wasn't. Oh well.
Right now, he's resting in his bed. The floor next to his bed is covered in towels, and he has a towel draped over him. There's an emesis basin next to the bed, too. It was in heavy use this afternoon while he puked his way through a few episodes of "Sid the Science Kid" and "SuperWhy!" Mostly it was just the water and ginger ale I had coaxed him to sip.
Luckily for both of us, I am fairly immune to the grossness of puking. I do it regularly myself, after all. And I've been a parent long enough to have gotten used to dealing with it from my offspring. I know there are people who'd disagree but I'd rather deal with some puke than an explosion from the, er, other end.
David's due home any minute with supplies from Publix. Hopefully we can coax some Pedialyte into William.
Today's blog post was brought to you by the letters E and W. And W. And another W.
1 comment:
I know exactly what you mean when you say you hoped it was a random, weird thing. I ALWAYS hope for that too... I feel your pain.
Enjoyed reading your postings!
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