Adam and I got to experience another parenting first last night. Jack woke up crying, and while we normally let the boys just cry themselves back to sleep, this cry was different. Weird parenting thing, which is actually pretty cool! So Adam went to pick him up, and the poor boy was just burning up. I went into their bedroom to grab a thermometer, and soon I hear, “Umm.. Trish!” Puke… all over Adam. And our bed. And Jack. While I can handle a lot… vomit is not one of those things. I did my best to assist, while quietly freaking out.
Little J got to sleep with Mom and Dad last night. It took him a long while to fall back asleep. Whimpering, crying, cuddling… broke our hearts!
This morning he just wanted milk, no food, and we also tried to give him some Gatorade. I told him, “J, I know how to handle surgeries, blue spells, and projectile vomiting, but I don’t know what to do when you’re sick!”
He’s feeling slightly better tonight, and just downed a cup full of Cheerios. I’m not going to lie and say Adam and I don’t appreciate Cuddly Jack. This boy is NOT a cuddler. It’s nice to feel needed!
Here are my two boys last night… (what parent doesn’t record the first time her kid gets the flu?!)