I’ve been very fortunate over the last four years. My children’s only form of throwing up was when they were nursing. Zoe would spit up on me all the time. ALL THE TIME. But after all of that was taken care of we’ve been very healthy when it comes to stomach things!
I was driving home from taking my husband to the bus stop at the butt crack of dawn. You know, while all our neighbors are just thinking of getting up, and I hear my son choking. I yelled back to him, Miles are you ok?
I yelled again
I turned around to look at him and his mouth was open, nothing coming out, no sound nothing but a look of total fear on his face. I almost pulled over.
I was driving so I had to put my eyes back on the road as I decided where I was going to pull over (we’re only a block from home) and then I hear him say,
Then I look behind me again and see the puke just pour out of his mouth.
Throwing up is the worst for me, I’ve never been able to handle seeing someone throw up. When my husband has been sick in the past, I hide. I think that’s the only reason God has kept the kids so healthy for me is because I have such a weak stomach.
I realize he’s fine and didn’t pull over after all and hurried to get us all home. Zoe wanted breakfast and I had to tell her, her brother just threw up, it’s going to have to wait. Now, I’m quite ashamed to admit this next part to you all, but when I got him out of his seat, he wanted to be held and comforted, but he was covered in puke and I didn’t want to get anymore on me than was necessary. So I held him away from me and this made him cry even harder. As soon as I got his clothing off, I gave him a hug and helped him calm down.
It happened two more times in the house and every time he got it all over his clothing and wanted to hug me. The last time it was everywhere and I had a terrible time not losing my own breakfast and yet again, I refused to hug him covered in puke. Did I do the wrong thing by not just giving him a hug and embracing the puke?