Dh and I were just getting ready for bed when I heard my 4 year old coughing and whimpering. He has had a cold since before Christmas and I had hoped it was going away, poor guy. I peeked in the door of his room just as he was coming out. The smell hit me just as he said, "I puked!" I took him immediately to the bathroom where his Dad was showering and undressed him and put him in the shower. While Daddy cleaned him up I went into his room and cleaned up his bed as quietly as I could as to not wake up my Girly sleeping 3 feet away. Thankfully he is in a toddler bed with a crib mattress so I could easily wipe it up and make the bed up fresh. I was pretty confident that he would not be sick again as I assumed he had just been coughing so hard that he threw up. I placed a 'just in case' bucket beside the bed and a glass of water and after some big cuddles and fresh jammies, we put our little boy back to bed.
Dh took the dirty bedding down to the washer and we crawled into bed just as the wretching started again. He was such a big boy, he was using the bucket, but it still went everywhere. I cleaned him up this time as Daddy gathered the bedding again, then the three of us tucked into our bed with bucket close at hand. We were just falling asleep when we heard more crying.
Our Girly was up. Daddy tried a few times to put her back to bed, but there was no way. So now we had 4 of us in our queen sized bed. 2 little ones who love to cuddle and kick and push. I balanced on one edge tucked around our sick little boy, while Daddy was smushed between two little sets of kicking feet and cuddling arms. At one point Girly had her arm under Daddy's neck, cuddling and holding him! So cute!
My little monkey boy was up puking a number of times, every time I would get close to sleep, he would sit bolt upright in bed and I would fall out of the bed grabbing for the bucket, placing it under his chin just in time. It was a very long night, but now it is over and my Boy seems to be doing alright. He has been laughing and playing all morning. Daddy and I are like zombies, and Daddy is a bit tender from the preschooler feet, but we are just happy that he is alright now and maybe we can sleep tonight.
Oh and we are praying hard that the stomach flu will flee our home never to return. Right now.
Oh, I told you about my resolution to take photos every day and I have started a blog to post those photos at www.immortalityart.blogspot.com. Come and visit sometime:)