I was pulled from a very sound sleep by Jay yelling every mother's favorite words: MOM, I PUKED!
Thinking back, I actually think I heard Jay puke, but I wasn't awake enough to process it. When he screeched his announcement, though, I was suddenly wide awake. I ran to his room to see him kneeling on his top bunk and a big puke puddle visible. He was sort of frantic and I couldn't get him to focus on getting down-he just said he felt weird. He's way too big for me to pick up and pull off the bunk, so he sat there for a few seconds, shaking his head. And then...
More puking.
All over his bed again. And I saw it. Lovely. And he woke Sam up. He felt instantly better, though, and somehow I got the sheet off the corner and he was able to start climbing down. Sam yelped from the bottom bunk that puke had dripped on his head. Moved him to the other end of his bed and worked on getting the sheet off, Jay moved, etc. Jay felt fine after the vomit. No troubles. Rinsed his mouth and I went about setting him up in my bed.
Once he was in, I realized I'd left the light on in their room, so I went to turn it off. Sam was awake and staring at the doorway. I asked him what was wrong. He said, "I can hear puke dripping down on my bed and it is freaking me out." Pleasant. I didn't see it, but sent him on to my bed, too. He got up between W. and Jay and I set about changing my clothes so I could take up residence on the couch. I had the bathroom door closed, when I heard W. yell, "Open the door!" I threw it open and made room for Jay, only to see Sam whizzing in and hanging over the toilet. About the time Jay said, "He's just faking", Sam unleashed.
More puking.
The volume was incredible considering the child only ate one slice of pizza and drank maybe one glass of milk. I was rather dumbfounded. I was also very proud. Sam is such a good puker; there was barely any mess on the toilet. I've trained him well. Once he was done, he rinsed and wiped and declared himself better.
So now, 45 minutes and three pukes later, I'm lying on the couch and W. and the two spewers are back in my room sleeping, hopefully. They both ate meatlovers pizza from Papa John's for dinner last night. As I left the room, I asked W. if he ate any of theirs. He didn't answer. It dawned on me when I settled in that I did eat the toppings off of one piece. Am hopeful that my rapid digestive system has somehow been spared--I think I would have already been sick by now, surely. Hopefully.
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You've made me feel so much better about my week.
This has been the longest week, and it's only Weds.
And though I've had a sick kid too, I haven't had to deal with vomit.
Thank God, I haven't had to deal with vomit!
Only you could make this subject into an amusing story.
Heart You Kimmah!
Ack!! Now I feel like I'm going to barf. I don't do barf. Or diapers. Or boogers. Or drool. Not sure why I never became a parent. :)
Oh Kimmah-I'm so sorry that the bubs are puking but Sam hearing the puke dripping has me smiling this morning. It sounds so like Shane.
I hope they're feeling better now!
Hope it isn't the same stomach virus Jed had. He threw up once on Saturday (on Lori and Stephen's new couch no less), once Sunday. Was great on Monday so I sent him to school on Tuesday only to be called at lunch to say he threw up at lunch. Home again Wed and Thurs with digestive issues on the other end with minor rumblings on Friday.
I knew he was better Saturday when he started eating non-stop (which gave a glimpse to my future with a teenage son).
Keep it at your house, please. Families don't need to share everything!
Ah, the good old days. My kids are grown so they are in charge of their own puke. I offer sympathy after if they seem to need it, but no puke-concierge service. I'm done.
I'm with Swami *looks up*. I do remember thinking I could hold the puke my son was about to spew. I cupped my hands but the volume was just too much.
*shudders* I wouldn't have trusted them in my bed.
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