Puke

Yep- this blog is about puke so if you have a weak stomach or think it's "TMI" -hit the "X" now.

Last night Mason went through 2 pillows, 4 fitted sheets, 4 pairs of pajamas, 9 blankets, and 1 bottle of Pedialyte all before the stroke of midnight. I think we are finally over this bug but I have been hearing rumors that it skips a day and happens again the next night. I am praying we are an exception to this rumor but only time will tell. Poor little Mason wasn't a high maintenance puker (unlike his father). I saw him on the monitor sit up, puke, shake the puke off his hand and lay his head back down and go to sleep. He might have laid in it all night if I hadn't gone up there to get him cleaned up. It's bittersweet when your child is sick because you hate to see them in pain but they are so dependent on you and so appreciative and cuddly for taking care of them. No matter how grossed out and tired you are, you still kind of savor those moments when they just let you hold them.

Since I didn't go to work and Mason didn't go to school we spent the day in our PJ's watching Boz and getting some things (7 loads of laundry) done around the house. Obviously, he was feeling better later in the day.

And once I blew up his massive balloon he was on cloud 9.

Here's hoping for a better tomorrow!