I was woken this morning by the wonderful (sarcasm here) sound of my son's little whiny cry. Thinking that he probably wet the bed again, I got up. Not two minutes later and he was puking all over my bed. I told him he needed to go to the bathroom if he felt sick. So, he goes in the bathroom. I walk in and find that he is sitting on the toilet and throwing up all over his clothes. Poor kid. I wonder if he thought that I meant if he went potty, it would help?
Anyway, after about a half hour of throwing up, he comes out saying his belly feels better. Then, awhile after that, he comes over and crawl onto my lap. Pukes on me. Ugh.
I hate when my children get sick. There's really nothing I can do for them. And the whole time he is begging me for soda. I give him a TINY bit because I know he will just throw up anything he eats or drinks.
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Right now he is sleeping on the couch. At least he isn't getting sick in his sleep. My poor baby boy.
Anyway, after about a half hour of throwing up, he comes out saying his belly feels better. Then, awhile after that, he comes over and crawl onto my lap. Pukes on me. Ugh.
I hate when my children get sick. There's really nothing I can do for them. And the whole time he is begging me for soda. I give him a TINY bit because I know he will just throw up anything he eats or drinks.
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Right now he is sleeping on the couch. At least he isn't getting sick in his sleep. My poor baby boy.
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