This picture is to counteract the nauseating topic of this post.I think the title of this post says it all. I started the morning cleaning up the puke from two nephews last night and William's midnight puke in bed. The day wasn't looking too promising because Will wouldn't eat anything for breakfast and had that sad "I feel sick" whine. He quickly added more sets of clothes and another spot in the house to the clean-up queue.
We made a doctor's appointment because Will also has a funky rash all over and had a fever last night. Will told me he was hungry so he had some milk and bread in the car on the way there. Bad idea! While I was desperately looking for a parking spot I head the tell-tale cough, the unmistakable vomit sound, followed by a very cute, "I frow up Mommy." I had to laugh when I saw him, and luckily he laughed with me. What to do...? I took off his pukey clothes and wrapped him in a blanket from the trunk. We looked pretty desperate. Eight month pregnant mom carrying around two year-old wrapped in a blanket searching for the secret "Rash Room" entrance. Since he had a mysterious rash we weren't supposed to use the main entrance.
After traumatizing Will with the ear probe,which he HATES more than shots, we found out the rash and all other symptoms just mean that he caught the stomach flu bug. Again.
Highlight of the day came on our way back to the car. There was an ambulance taking some guy to the clinic, and...a FIRE ENGINE! The Palo Alto firefighters took pity on my little blanket wrapped, rash covered, teary-eyed boy. Without getting too close, they showed him the fire engine, the buttons inside, and gave him stickers and a trading card of one of the firefighters. It was soooooo nice.
After we got home Will asked to take a nap! And I eventually got to work on the pukey car seat.
The good news is he was able to keep dinner down. Hopefully I don't catch it from him...again! It's hard to stay healthy when you're touching puke all day.
