vomit

i was so sick of vomit this week.

i have a boy.

he's now missed a whole week of school.

it all began sunday.  

very early on Monday to be more accurate.

our boy yelled 

"i'm going to throw up!"

dan threw off the covers, 

ran downstairs, 

through the living room, 

throwing open the boy's bedroom door, 

climbed the ladder to the loft bed, 

help the boy get down...

then carried him rapidly to the bathroom.  

threw open the toilet lid/seat.

nope.  

nothing.

brought him back to his bed.

he slept the rest of the night.

in the morning i went to wake him and see if he'd be up for school, 

since nothing actually happened that night.

he was barely coherent.

i decided to let him sleep and keep him home..better safe than sorry.

called the school's safe arrival line:

"my son...in this class...will not be there today, as he's home sick.  

if he feels better later on i'll bring him to school." 

he slept til 9.  then he came out to the couch.

the vomit started at noon.

he hadn't eaten breakfast but was drinking lots.

i had a friend who was able to come watch him, and the girl, while i ran out for groceries.

he had thrown up 2 times when i left..

4 times while i was gone.  

not a good day for the little guy.

he went to sleep on the futon in the livingroom for the night.

i honestly don't know how many times i was down with him in that night.

sometimes to throw up, others just feeling like it.

tuesday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today, as he's home sick still."

another long day.

lots of water going in.

vomit going out.

sleeping.

kids cbc.

repeat.

that night i put a mattress on his floor and he slept there.

i think i was down about 6 times through the night.

wednesday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today, as he's still home sick."

another long day.

lots of water going in.

vomit going out..

but not as many...in fact i would think we were done...then ...."i'm going to be sick!"

sleeping.

"I can't sleeeep!"

kids cbc.

**by the way, his sister was great over these days.  

big help, listened well.  prayed Jesus would make him better.**

i slept on the futon with him.

i say slept.  

i think we both slept from about 3:30 - 6.

his stomach was so not good.  

he hadn't eaten since sometime Sunday.

he had the constant vomitous feeling.

he drank a lot, thankfully.

then at about 3:30 he vomited.  

some on me.

some on him.

most in the bowl.

after, he fell asleep almost immediately.

thursday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today.  he's still sick."

i showered.

he wouldn't eat.

he felt like he was going to throw up constantly.

he was half asleep all day.

so groggy and weak.

he had definitely lost weight.

he wasn't drinking so much now either.

grandma came by with applesauce and a fun sticker book for the sickie (and his sister to share)

after lunch a friend came and picked up the girl for the afternoon.   

thank you.

i had a strange conversation with the boy.

about some animals. from school...

he seemed to be in a dream state.

i was taking him to emerg.

he was dehydrated.  

all the water he had drank was vomited out.

and he hadn't eaten since sunday.

i took him in.

he cried while we were waiting.

"i feel better mommy.  i want to go home."

i didn't believe him.  well not both statements.

we got to see the nurse.

then we went to wait in the next waiting room.

he fell asleep on me.

we were called in, brought to a room.

asked the same questions again.

he got to lay on a bed with a warm blanket.

then the medical student came in.

got asked similar and new questions.

sickie got checked out.

then the doctor came in.

they were going to give him some medicine to settle his stomach.

then they'd start getting some liquids into him orally.

and we waited.

the pill was brought.

he fought it.

he fought the drink - spilled some.

i think one teeny tiny sip got into him.

he drank a couple sips of dan's Tim Horton's Apple Juice.

then fought any more.

he had a sip of his water bottle and fought any more.

dan brought the girl home to get her ready for bed.

the doctor told me that he wasn't too worried about the boy.

that he wasn't too far along with dehydration.

he didn't want to have to do an iv unless it was necessary.

so he figured now that the stomach was settled the boy would be able to begin drinking and eating in a more comfortable setting of home.

we could go.

seriously?

so away we went.

with my boy telling me he would drink and eat now.

i wouldn't believe it until i saw it.

this morning:

the boy slept through the night.  yay.

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today.  he's still sick."

grandma came and got the girl for the day. 

thank you.

he had 2 cheerios, with water to wash them down.

he had a couple bites of applesauce. 

some sips of water.

is watching kids shows on tv.

i have in total given him 6 bites of applesauce.

he is drinking his water...small, slow sips.

he doesn't want to go to the hospital again.

thats my week.

on tuesday i was feeling crappy.

i was feeling sorry for myself.

i was tired.

i had to run to the store after dan got home.

i ran into a girl i had worked at the bank with back before i had the boy.

we hadn't seen each other since then.

we were talking about what was going on with life.

i mentioned that my boy was at home with the flu.

during the conversation she mentioned that her husband had cancer.

they've been married 3 years..today.

the first round of chemo didn't work.

he's now in the hospital for 3 weeks to receive a stronger dose.

it's only a couple doses right at the beginning, but then he's admitted for about 3 weeks because he needs to recover from it.

wow.  

it made me refocus.

my attitude when taking care of my little boy was definitely altered.

he wasn't a frustration.

he is my boy, my first born, i'm his mommy.

i can take care of him. i love him.