September 27, 2009

Looooooooooong Night

Yawn. So Ari was up barfing half the night. Which means I was up half the night standing uselessly beside him, feeling his forehead repeatedly and making him swill mouthwash after every upchuck.

The only thing worse than puking is watching someone else do it. Especially if you're still morally and legally responsible for that person, and can't pull a pillow over your head and be glad its not you. I don't barf. Seriously. Haven't since I was about 8. I black out instead, which is far tidier, but has baffled doctors and neurologists and specialists in most fields. My Mom had me checked out for everything - nope. "You just have a kid who gets migraines and can't throw up and blacks out instead and will use the computer mouse upside down one day. When they invent computer mouses."

Okay, they didn't say that last bit, but its true. I think my wiring is a little off. A lot off, to be honest. When it became evident that I would never barf again (I really haven't), everyone just kept me away from sharp edges and stairs when I got that look on my face.

Neither of my kids got that gene, so it's a barfing we will go. The upside is Ari's hair is so short (#2 buzz) that I don't have to hold it back. The downside is that it's tougher to get a Gravol into him now that he's older. With little kids, you can go through the other end. When your son can look you in the eye, I dare you to try that.

The 'flu is flying around the school, and short of dipping every kid in Purell twice a day I don't know how to stop it.

We were up intermittently from just before 3 until about 6 am. Maggie the Cat figured we were providing an after hours show, and dutifully followed us into and out of the bathroom each time. She took to sleeping on my belly or my side so she wouldn't miss a chance to run and see her brother throwing up lasagna. He almost didn't make it the last time because she was sleeping on his belly, and wouldn't move.

JoJo is sitting here now wondering why everyone is so crabby. She slept great.

I got up to find Ari on the couch. I asked how he was. "Fine," he said, like I was crazy for asking. "I'll be down to get something to eat in a minute," he reassured me.

I just hauled out the chicken noodle soup. He probably thinks he's going to have leftover lasagna. Which I can't even look at.


Anonymous buzzwhack said...

So sorry to hear about your kid's health woes BUT, that last line about lasagna, I had to laugh, ha ha and double ha.Yes, I am a tad callous.

September 27, 2009 11:18 AM  
Blogger Deven said...

Kids are so amazing that way. That kind of upchucking would be good for a three day drama fest if it were me.

I can say that I don't know who will be the next person to vomit in my house, but I can tell you who will be cleaning it up.

September 27, 2009 3:11 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

My Mom used to say that one of my sisters never, ever made it to the bathroom on time.

Until she moved out.

September 27, 2009 5:33 PM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

The best post "upchuck" food has got to be day old pizza (which is probably mwhat precipitated the illness in the first place)

September 27, 2009 10:56 PM  
Blogger marcelleqb said...

I would love to never throw up again. Every time I do it comes out my nose.

Blowing your nose hours later and getting pastrami kinda puts you off pastrami for the rest of your life.

September 28, 2009 7:14 PM  
Blogger Webgod Jeff said...

Oh boy. A vomit conversation...

September 28, 2009 10:49 PM  
Anonymous jmd said...

Better than a diarrhea conversation....

September 29, 2009 10:05 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Plus, 'vomit' is easier to spell.

September 29, 2009 10:15 AM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home