The title of this post says it all. If you are a queasy person, I highly suggest you NOT read this post. Mom, that means you.

The other night, Oz was acting rather odd. He wanted nothing to do with dinner and was fussy... I thought it was because he was overwhelmed by all the people we had over for dinner. Then when I was trying to give him his bottle, he was very squirrely and only drank half of it.

I put him to bed where he proceeded to make this sound: RAAAR RAAAR RAAAAAAR for like an hour. He does that a lot, but I knew when it turned into crying things weren't going well (he NEVER cries when I put him in his bed. I think he got that from me!) so I went and got him some Motrin, assuming he had the same sore throat I did. Then I brought him into our room, planning on giving him more milk on our bed. Suddenly, PROJECTIVE VOMITING EVERYWHERE! Argh. All over the [freshly washed] down comforter, our blanket, the floor, my socks and pants, everywhere. It was so super nasty. He puked again and then we just sat there while Travis jumped up and tried to clean it up.

Travis is not known for having a strong stomach. He can barely abide diaper changes, and I knew this wasn't going to be good. As he valiantly cleaned up the puke, he was plugging his nose and moaning. I think I said a few times [at least]:
"Hey, don't worry about it! I can get it. Just go get the baby some gatorade." But he wanted to help, which was so sweet... until he started to gag.

By this time I had gotten the baby in clean PJs, and was rinsing stuff off in the bathtub. Travis came barreling in and barfed ALL OVER the bathroom. I mean, it was everywhere. And all over me, wiping out the rest of my clothes that hadn't been tainted by Oz. He nailed the sink, the toilet, the floor, the cabinet, the radiator... you get the picture. At this point it was so ridiculous, all we could do was laugh. He had a beard of vomit.

Cleaning it up was one of the worst things I've ever had to do. We've had several conversations since about it, analyzing the puke and why it was so much gnarlier than regular puke. Was it the key lime pie? The whipped cream? The mashed potatoes? I'm shivering now with dread just thinking about it.

We also established some rules as well. The first rule is: If you are cleaning up vomit and feel the need to vomit, stay and puke there. Do NOT head to a new location! Good rule of thumb to all of you out there.

It's been a long week here. Today it was coming out the other end of Cros, just as damaging. He went through 4 outfits in one day, a full set of bedding, and two pairs of shoes. I think I've done more laundry this week than in my entire life. I really really hope the big kids don't get it tonight!!!


carrie said...

just think how much better it would have been if you had been on the train to see me in DC.


poor baby. i hope he feels better soon.

katie said...

i'm having a really good time picturing travis getting puke all over the bathroom- how did that happen, exactly? the vision playing in my head is really really funny . . .