The last 24 hours have been rather eventful. Andy wandered into the bathroom last night and puked on the floor, you know cause the toilet was right there. But no big deal, I really wasn't too shocked since he had the 5 immunizations the day before. I got him squared away and all was well. After all were in bed I was heading to work out and thought I would check on Andy real fast before doing so. Good timing. He puked right as I went to check on him. No big deal. I had lined the bed with a towel and he actually hit it. Missed the bowl I had for him but the towel saved us.
Once again got him squared away, new towel, he was down and out and we were good to go. I was getting a drink and taking some pills after my workout and suddenly Andy was standing right there. It was one of those close the fridge door moments and surprise. Anyhow, we had a few problems so I got him situated. Once again he missed the bowl and managed to hit two pillows, the towel, the bed spread and the top sheet. I decided it would be easier to bring him in to my bed. I got him all situated. Had a towel down and a bowl right there. I was starting to get myself cleaned up and suddendly the boy puked again. In doing so he managed to pull the towel down and puked all over the bed and a pillow. Sweet.
I had worked out with Amy first and then hit the elliptical so we were fast approaching 2 AM. I bailed on the bed idea, stripped it and had stuff ready for the wash. I made a bed on the floor for Andy with a towel and I parked it on the couch in the living room (he was set up right next to me). We did okay for 4 hours. Then he was begging for chocolate milk or something to drink. I let him have some water but was not doing the milk thing. I figured that was a recipe for disaster. After I got Natty and Jack off to school I finally gave in to the chocolate milk request thinking he had done pretty well for the last 7 hours. Well, that was a mistake. It was no more then 5 minutes after giving him chocolate milk that he puked it up all over the floor. Once again his bowl sat idle right next to him.
To make matters better he had begun blasting out both end simultaneously. He was not very happy and we ultimately just went to the shower. He stayed in for a solid 40 minutes. Didn't want to come out. I kept busy with cleaning the living room floor, getting all the pukey laundry together and ready to go and hitting a little spring cleaning here or there. I guess I can break from all the details of every puke episode. Suffice to say he has puked several more times. Fortunately he started using the bowl. That has helped with the carpets though about 20 minutes ago he sat up, bowl at his side, and proceeded to puke on the carpet once again. I had slacked and did not have a towel down where he was laying so it looks like I will be spot cleaning again real soon.
I am not a fan of puke and don't do so well with it. This time has been completely different for me. My patience has been on the extreme (well, extreme for me when puke is on the menu). I am grateful for that. I joke about the bowl and Andy managing to miss it. In actuality I have felt so bad for my little pal all day (he asked me to call him pal this morning). I took him out of his 3rd shower an hour and a half ago and he immediately squated down on the floor in his towel and puked all over himself. All I could do was love him and comfort him. He has had a rough day. Hopefully tomorrow he will be through but if not we may have a lesson called "If you're gonn spew, spew into this!"
As a fitting end to this post, he just sat up and puked again, completely missing the bowl. Fortunately I have a towel down. Off to clean again...
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