WARNING: This post is a little graphic!
Our plans for Christmas were supposed to be:
24th - Leave for Muscatine after Ryan got off work
25th - Presents at Ryan's moms, dinner and presents at his grandma's, then leave for Elkader
26th - Spend day with family, open presents after supper
27th - Say "Happy birthday!" to my Dad and head home.
BUT, on Christmas Eve, Owen and I headed to Target to get some wrapping paper and other little things, and while we were there, Owen was laying down in the cart. I just thought he was tired, but when I looked at him more closely, he was pale. I tried to take his hat and coat off, but he just started bawling and screaming and didn't stop until we got home. I felt his head, which was pretty warm, so I gave him (force fed him) some Tylenol, which within 30 seconds he had thrown up. UGH. I absolutely HATE puke. I've never been able to handle it, but my "Mom Superpowers" kicked in and I just cleaned him up, changed him and put him in bed, hoping and praying that it was a one time puke because he had gotten so worked up. He had been sleeping for about an hour when I heard some commotion in his room and when I went in there, he had thrown up in his bed and then threw up again before I could get him out. Poor punky! So into the bathroom we went to get cleaned up again. This time, I opted for no clothes on Owen, which turned out to be the right choice or he would have gone through his entire wardrobe by night's end. Then it was time to clean the puke from his bed. ICK! ICK, ICK! At least I knew from the last time Owen had been sick NOT to just put this blankets and sheets directly into the washing machine (Common sense, no? Apparently not to dads! I was cleaning puke out of the machine for a few days after that).
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So all afternoon and part of the evening, Owen was sick. The worst part was that kids his age give absolutely no warning before they throw up. One second your just laying there, the next you have puke on you. ICK! He even started eating a little bit of my supper while sitting on my lap, but then puked all over me while I was eating. But I was kind of proud of myself. I handled it better than I ever could imagine. Mom's really do have superpowers, I think! Thankfully, he slept through the night and we could continue with our Christmas plans...
