casey, my brave soldier of a son, is so sick! in the midst of any illness, it's important to find the silver lining of an otherwise grey cloud. at this point, i am thankful that my dear son saved his projectile vomiting until dad got home from work at about 4am. yay!
i had been sitting calmly with him most of the night in our big rocker. he would drift in and out of sleep between cartoons on noggin. his fever had hit a max at about 102 when i finally got him to drink a little of the milk that had been sitting in his hands all night.
when dad got home i don't know if it was the excitement of seeing his favorite person or if the milk just didn't sit well. but almost immediately, casey began to throw up. at first, it was just a rumbling...but shortly after matt had arrived home, casey began resemble ol' faithful.
when casey started to cough, i started to run. i yelled for matt that he was going to blow and while i was dry heaving in the kitchen, casey blew chunks in a way that i have never seen. his distance was most impressive at, no joke, at least 5 feet.
in one fell swoop, he covered the chair, the rug, matt and himself in stinky white vomit.
now today - 15 hours later - my house wreaks of floral carpet cleaner, pine candle and stale chuck.
my hope now is that casey recovers quickly, the carpet airs out completely and that this nasty virus stays contained to just one of my children!
here's hoping!
2 comments:
Wow. That's nast. :)
Good explanation of the smells. I think I can smell it over there. Thanks!
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