If you don't want to read any more of my 'icky' posts, skip this one. I know I've had way too many of them this winter, but I can assure you, if I could stop these experiences from happening I would!
It's after 1:00 in the morning and I'm still up. I got caught up in reading blogs while waiting until it was time to take my 24-hour insulin.
I was planning to go to bed. But I didn't. It got later and later, and at about midnight, just as I was about to turn in, I heard the boys' door open. It was Lion.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He's not usually a get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nighter.
"I have to go poop." That was unusual.
I asked him sometime when he was up if he had to barf, and he said no. I don't know why I asked him that, except that Princess, Professor and I all had the throwing up illness twice. One with a 36-48 hour incubation period, and another with about a 3 day incubation. Princess came down with it last on Sunday night, (actually 3:30 Monday morning) so I thought we were about all in the clear. Lion was the only one who didn't have it. James had it once.
Lion went back to bed and I stayed up. I didn't know why. I let the dog out and was ready to get off the computer when I heard his door creak open.
"Mommy, I'm going to barf." Talk about a mother's intuition.
I jumped up, words stumbling out of my mouth as I ran around the corner. "Quick, barf in the toilet, hurry--" One look at him and I knew he wasn't going to make it. I looked at the floor in desperation. There was a clear storage bin sitting there among dirty towels, a toy stroller, a rug cleaner and other junk; shining as if illuminated from a light from above. My personal Holy Grail. I grabbed it as he started choking and spatters began hitting the floor. I shoved that thing underneath my poor baby just in time. I tried to hold my breath, rubbing his back as he heaved repeatedly. My queasy pregnant tummy couldn't handle it. I desperately wanted to stay until the end, but I choked out "Sit down!"as lovingly as I could as I placed the bin on the floor and ran away. Yep, I ran away from my child in his moment of need. Reaching the living room, I gasped for air, praying it wasn't too late for my tummy. The waves of nausea slowly subsided, and Lion was freed from the pain of having a puking partner for the same bin.
I got him a new pair of pajamas, and he snuggled back into bed with the aptly named "barf bucket". It's a white bucket with a handle that used to hold several pounds of peanut butter. Every family has their special bucket. If you don't, you should. James' family mentions the "blue bowl" or was it the "blue pan". I don't remember, but even I know what they're referring to when they say it. The only requirement for the bucket that it be large enough to...um...handle the situation, and small enough that anyone in the family can cling to it desperately without falling in.
After he was safely in bed, I used the towels on the tiny bit of mess left, took care of the no-longer-shining bin, and sat back at the computer. I knew that Round Two couldn't be far ahead. I was not disappointed.
Poor guy. After he was finished, he went to sleep. And I'm still up. He's growing up so fast. He'll be seven years old on Saturday. At least he'll be better for his birthday. I'll write more about him later, as this mommy needs to sleep. But he hit a milestone today. Lost his first tooth two nights ago, but this one is bigger.
This is the very first time ever that he's run out of his room saying he needed to barf, instead of upchucking over his entire bed. Professor did that too for the first time a month ago. What? Two kids who won't need their bedding changed three times a night when they're sick? I think they're growing up too fast, but this is heavenly!
I'm glad I stayed up, otherwise I would have had a big mess to clean. At least it wouldn't have been bedding, although that giant food storage bag of potato flakes sitting in the hallway wouldn't have fared well. (Hey, no judging! I haven't figured out where to put it yet!) I'm not happy with the level of clutter in the house, but at least that pan was there. Oh, I'm in love with that pan right now. I'm learning to be happy with little things.
When I conquer the clutter? I'll just keep empty bins everywhere. Or maybe just wastebaskets by each bed, and tell them if they ever wake up sick to barf in them. Hopefully they'd remember. Ok, I'm rambling again, so goodnight.
I think I may be too excited by this milestone to sleep!