Long time readers and life-long empathizers will immediately feel my pain: Tonight, Nico threw-up ALL OVER ME. He’s been very congested and resistant to taking medicine and suctioning his nose. We tried to strong arm him into cooperating, a plan that failed miserably. One minute I am trying to give him a Triaminic Thin Strip, and the next I am watching a geyser explode out of him from a distance of 3 inches. I was hit on my chin, neck, chest, arm, hands, leg, and left foot. And by hit, I mean flatly bitch-slapped and called names.
AS I WAS MELTING LIKE THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST, I screamed for the Mister to help me (he was right behind me, and had no idea Nicholas was erupting like Mount Vesuvius). When it was over, Nico took a bath and I took a shower. I also ate 5 cookies. 7 points.
Suzanne Silva says
I am sorry your son is sick. I can relate and then poor mom usually has to clean up the mess too. Kudos for only eating 5 cookies! I hope the rest of your evening goes by uneventfully (no throw-up).
Suzanne Silva says
P.S. I’m sending you both a big hug throw-up and all. (phobias suck)
Brook says
That would make me puke as well!
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Ami Rae says
At least it didn’t go in your mouth. There aren’t enough cookies in the world for that.
cara says
LOL Jules. I wouldn’t be laughing b/c I know your issues with puke…but holy cow…if you don’t want me to laugh then don’t describe it so hilariously!!!!!! I am sorry though. :( Was your shower in boiling water??? ;)
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Jackee says
Ewww. Now you know what a respiratory therapist feels like. Sorry for you and poor Nico, hope he is feeling better. My kids took medicine when I called it Mary Poppins medicine (Spoonful of Sugar) and mixed it with juice in a shotglass. They weren’t pukers (thank God! I gag cleaning up) but were affected by everything at “the other end”…if you know what I mean.
Taryn says
Gross. I hope everyone feels better soon!
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Kelly says
oh my! hope all of you stay puke free now!!
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Becky O. says
I feel for you that was me on a small plane….
Sorry he is sick!!
Jessica says
Oh gosh, I thought I was the only one with that problem until recently, too.
I think it just stems from my tendency toward control-freakiness, since what worse horror than losing control of your stomach contents? I’m sure some people have the capacity to be nauseous without having to lie motionless in bed, crunching on Rolaids, or to be in the same room/house/neighborhood as someone who is throwing up, but I am not one of those gals.
However, I am getting better as I age, I think. While I still have that flight reaction (where I find myself mysteriously in a different time zone when someone starts to gag), I did have to care for a sick toddler while babysitting and found myself panicked (i don’t think my heart could beat any faster) but otherwise capable and only vaguely concerned with the spot of vomit on my sweatshirt sleeve…
although that is probably my #1 Child-Bearing Related Fear
so i sympathize with you, 600%
Jules says
Jessica! What a coincidence! Maybe not the best thing to have in common, but oh well. :) It’s actually the 6th most common phobia and one of the hardest to treat. Yay. I’m getting better, too. The fact I was even trying to give Nico medicine when he is known to gag and puke speaks mountains, as you know.
Carey @ Lasso'd Moon Designs says
Oh poor you and Nico! Puking is NEVER fun with kids, and add a phobia into it…yikes! Hope he’s feeling better today.
seleta says
Oh no. Oh no. It’s bad enough getting vomited on by another, but to have it done with your condition must be traumatic! You’ve officially crossed the parenthood finish line.
Glad you had cookies around.
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Jen says
That’ll be one of the stories you tell him when he’s older. We STILL tell Sam the story (and laugh about it now) about his daddy changing him in the middle of the night when he was a month old and I was CRAZY exhausted with post-partum depression. As he lifted Sam’s tush up a geyser of poop (it was like a fire hose!) shot out of him. It hit the wall. It hit the door. I was cleaning up tiny spots of dried poop for months.
There was no eating cookies (or ANYTHING) after this.
patricia says
OH yikes!!! Knowing how you feel about the whole thing makes me just squirm for you. I’d probably be screaming for my husband too so I can’ even imagine how you felt! I hope Nico’s better. We’re in the middle of congestion stuff too. Yeah spring.