This dude had a great swim lesson this morning, but seemed a little overly tired and crabby afterward, so he went down for an early nap.
An hour later, I heard him stir and start crying. Then the dreaded words:
“Mommy! Mommy, help! I sick!”
The smell hit me when I walked in the room–a mix of overripe banana and sour strawberry donuts. There was already a thick puddle on the comforter, more streaming from his nose.
I got him cleaned up, laundry started, clothes changed. Then we settled in to rest and wait it out. Late afternoon, another explosion, but Stevie and I managed to keep it mostly contained.
Since then, he’s been attached to me, lounging on the couch, sipping water, occasionally restless. He slept a bit, waking off and on and moaning, but his sour stomach seems to have settled. He finally woke and asked to go to bed, so we took him up and tucked him into clean, soft sheets and kissed him good night.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day. Sleep tight H-man.