pratt and i asked the boss for a sick day today. dad said okay.
last night around 1030, i heard pratt coughing. i went over to the monitor and saw him standing up in bed. this was weird. so i watched for a while. i saw him grab his pillow and then lay back down. so i turned the video off and got back in bed. started visiting with clint again, and then we both heard an odd sound. sort of a cough/choke.
i decided then to walk in and check on him.
my sweet baby was standing up in bed with his arms extended crying. i picked him up and as soon as i did, i smelled it. vomit.
it took ALL OF ME to not throw up right there. i'm my fathers child in that i will begin gagging and not stop until i fill the room with lysol.
i'll spare you the details other than to say that that poor little fella threw up 5 times in 1.5 hours. by the 5th time, there was nothing left in his stomach.
i hate throwing up. i would rather have my toenails ripped off one by one and be dunked in a vat of rubbing alcohol than throw up. this is my dad's fault. i learned to hate it from him.
instead of just throwing up, my dad puts his right foot up on the toilet seat and both his hands on the back of the toilet (if you know him, this is so funny). he does this really loud gagging sound and then just sort of scream/yells while he throws up. it's so violent. if you didn't know what he was doing, you would probably think he was dying.
well, that's pretty much how i feel about it. i don't stand on the toilet or anything, but i HATE it. and so does my son. and so because he can't verbalize, he would start to throw up and then just lean into us. right into our laps. there was no warning. but by the 4th time, i started listening for the gurgle. i'm good, i tell ya.
we went to the er and were given zofram. i don't know who invented zofram, but whoever did is up there on the level with dr. marc weissbluth. the donate-a-heifer-in-his-name sort of level.
we aren't (currently) dealing with vomit anymore...but it's the other end. yay! great! super!
i'm saving those extra zofran. those things are the new phenergan suppositories. woot woot.
here is my little man watching veggie tales. can you tell how bad he feels. i couldn't get a single "cheese!". bless his heart.
last night around 1030, i heard pratt coughing. i went over to the monitor and saw him standing up in bed. this was weird. so i watched for a while. i saw him grab his pillow and then lay back down. so i turned the video off and got back in bed. started visiting with clint again, and then we both heard an odd sound. sort of a cough/choke.
i decided then to walk in and check on him.
my sweet baby was standing up in bed with his arms extended crying. i picked him up and as soon as i did, i smelled it. vomit.
it took ALL OF ME to not throw up right there. i'm my fathers child in that i will begin gagging and not stop until i fill the room with lysol.
i'll spare you the details other than to say that that poor little fella threw up 5 times in 1.5 hours. by the 5th time, there was nothing left in his stomach.
i hate throwing up. i would rather have my toenails ripped off one by one and be dunked in a vat of rubbing alcohol than throw up. this is my dad's fault. i learned to hate it from him.
instead of just throwing up, my dad puts his right foot up on the toilet seat and both his hands on the back of the toilet (if you know him, this is so funny). he does this really loud gagging sound and then just sort of scream/yells while he throws up. it's so violent. if you didn't know what he was doing, you would probably think he was dying.
well, that's pretty much how i feel about it. i don't stand on the toilet or anything, but i HATE it. and so does my son. and so because he can't verbalize, he would start to throw up and then just lean into us. right into our laps. there was no warning. but by the 4th time, i started listening for the gurgle. i'm good, i tell ya.
we went to the er and were given zofram. i don't know who invented zofram, but whoever did is up there on the level with dr. marc weissbluth. the donate-a-heifer-in-his-name sort of level.
we aren't (currently) dealing with vomit anymore...but it's the other end. yay! great! super!
i'm saving those extra zofran. those things are the new phenergan suppositories. woot woot.
here is my little man watching veggie tales. can you tell how bad he feels. i couldn't get a single "cheese!". bless his heart.
these little illnesses are good for me though. because they constantly remind me of how healthy my son is. and how not everyone can say that.
all too often, i forget to pray for all the sick kids in our world.
and so today, today i remembered.
3 comments:
:( Poor baby. Hope he's on the mend.
oh my gosh. i didn't know i had a kindred spirit!! so....without going into detail and proof, i feel the EXACT same way. let's just say i've given birth without an epidural or any type of IV meds TWICE, mainly because i was afraid the pain meds might make me nauseous... yeah. that's how much i HATE it. i do not understand how some people would rather throw up and "get it over with" PUH-LEASE.
okay, last time i threw up was pregnancy morning sickness (with bradley). i was trying to rush out the door to get to work and threw up in the flower bed off the porch. i remember thinking, "this is really loud and dramatic. i wonder if it's waking justin up," and when it was over, i found my foot hiked up ON THE BANISTER (which is above the waist in height). i don't know what it is about hiking up a foot and being really loud that helps us vomi-phobes, but apparently it's universal.
poor pratt. that's horrible. i am going to get some of that children's zophran PRONTO, just in case. i keep all forms of phenergan on hand for myself, just in case. i mean, can you imagine having the pukes and still having to take care of a baby????
love the glo worm, btw. we have him too and love him.
SO sad Pratt is so sick! Hope you and he both get some rest tonight! Love you!
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