4:00am
Noah walks quietly into our room.
He climbs into bed.
Noah: "Mom,remember when I got my shots and my leg hurt and my head hurt and you gave me medicine?"
Me: "Yes, hon."
Noah: "That's how I feel and will you get me some medicine now."
That was two mornings ago. Last night Noah woke, asked for some more medicine and then threw up a few times. He woke this morning and threw up some more.
Today- 8:00am
Noah walks quietly into our room.
He climbs into bed.
Noah: "Mom,remember when I got my shots and my leg hurt and my head hurt and you gave me medicine?"
Me: "Yes, hon."
Noah: "That's how I feel and will you get me some medicine now."
That was two mornings ago. Last night Noah woke, asked for some more medicine and then threw up a few times. He woke this morning and threw up some more.
Today- 8:00am
Me, Ceily and Noah in the car, driving Ceily to school.
Noah: "Mom, please hurry home."
Me: "Do you need to throw up?"
Noah: "Yes."
Me: "You can use your blanket."
Noah: "No. Just hurry home."
We are home and Noah goes quietly to the bathroom and proceeds to dry heave.
Poor baby. If all my children were as controlled when they were throwing up and heaving up bile, life would be ok when they got sick.
Noah: "Mom, please hurry home."
Me: "Do you need to throw up?"
Noah: "Yes."
Me: "You can use your blanket."
Noah: "No. Just hurry home."
We are home and Noah goes quietly to the bathroom and proceeds to dry heave.
Poor baby. If all my children were as controlled when they were throwing up and heaving up bile, life would be ok when they got sick.



1 comment:
That's the worst. I hate watching my kids suffer. At least he looks cute in a sad way.
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