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March 14, 2008
Warning! This Post Contains Graphic Descriptions Of A Graphic Event! Warning!
Warning! If You Don't Like Stories About Regurgitation, STOP READING NOW! You Have Been Warned!
Before I get started, let me say this: I don't like stories about regurgitation. I don't like saying or typing the word regurgitation. It grosses me out. Ask Megan. She'll confirm this. Food that goes in the mouth, I believe, should stay there. Seriously.
That being said, I think that after having been a parent to two young boys for three years now, there are a few things that I have learned. Probably the most important thing that I have learned is that I have yet to learn anything. But one thing is apparent: two boys = sickness.
Ear infections, colds, stomach bugs, eczema, diaper rash (yes, they count too) can turn our home upside down. But what can you do? Not much, so you just do the best you can do for your sick little ones, and help them get better.
So if I've learned that my boys are going to get sick, then you think I would have learned about throwing up. (Remember, I haven't learned anything.) And thankfully, it hasn't happened much, but when it does, it's never easy. It's never convenient. It's never a quick process. In our house, it involves a lot of cleaning up, and at least two showers. (And I guess it's like that in most households.)
So one night a few weeks ago, Josh just wasn't into eating dinner, which is unusual, since he is an eating machine! But one other thing I have learned is that kids and their appetites are fleeting. So it was no biggie that he didn’t want to eat; he was just tired and wanted to go to bed. He gave us no indication of what was to happen to us in just a few short moments.
Megan put him down, and we read stories to Jonah. Megan then worked on the computer for a bit, and heard Josh crying. She went into his room, and there it was, vomit everywhere. On the floor, on the pillow, on the boy. It was awful. So Megan picked him up, and naturally, got covered with puke herself. Into the shower they went. We dried the boy off, got him in a fresh diaper, found new jammies for him, and I changed the sheets and pillowcase. Why was he sick? We had no idea, but he seemed fine, so we put him back down.
This time, it was my turn to work on the computer. I was blogging actually, and just as I was finished, I heard him cry again. I went into his room, felt the bed for any more innards, and finding none, picked him up. Josh instantly laid his head on my left shoulder. Awww. So cute. Keeping in mind that I haven’t learned anything, I sat down on the bed. He continued to lay on my shoulder, so I got another bright idea. I held him closely as I slowly leaned backward to lay on the bed. He didn't stir, but I didn't learn either. That's when I heard the noise. That's when I felt it on my head, and eventually down my back. Ick. I simply could not get up fast enough. (I think I was born without abs.) Anyway, I was laughing and grossed out and freaking, all at the same time. I yelled for Megan to help, who brought towels. Back into the shower with me and the Monkey. After we dried him off and got him dressed for a third time that night, he settled in, and slept the rest of the night with no problems.
But I have problems. I had puke on me, and lots of it. Well, I wanted to be a parent, I guess.
I also need to learn a few more things.
Posted by Jon at March 14, 2008 12:12 PM