Yesterday was a crazy day, Vincent woke up at about 7:00 in the morning which is completely not normal, on a normal day he would have slept until about 11:00 before he woke up smiling and and playing with toys in his crib patiently waiting for Mommy- the- morning- monster to wake up and start the day. (because no... the mommy is so not a morning person)











This morning was different from the start, he woke up crying and i waited a few minutes before deciding that i had better go and see what was up, when i opened his door i was hit with the overwhelming smell of throw up.... that's when it all started, little did i know that following the next 12 hours the poor baby would get sick over 10 times. Its horrible watching a toddler throw up. It gives me this feeling of complete helplessness when the only thing i can do is rub my 15 month olds back and tell him its going t be OK as he is heaving and puking while all in that same moment he is crying and in panic stricken because he cant catch his breath.











I spent most of the day asking him if he felt okay, as if he was a grown child that would answer me. The other half of the day i spent cleaning throw up off the floor and changing him in and out of clean clothes and holding him as he felt needed. I called his doctor and they told me as long as he doesn't have a fever and he is drinking even a little liquid that he would be good until today which is when he has his 15 month check up in about 3 hours. He is still sleeping as i am typing this, i only hope when i go wake him up that he is my smiling toddler ready to rain terror on the day and not some poor baby who feels sick to his belly.

Labels: poor baby, puke, sick