.::still blinking::.

The little boy is sick again. He woke up crying last night at about 2am, he had thrown up in his bed. Since then I have really not slept. It has been a pretty constant string of throw up events, and it makes me sad. Not the lack of sleep, but the way I have to hold his little body and hold a bowl under his mouth as his entire body wretches and tries to get rid of the sickness that is in him.

I moved the mattress from the daybed that is in the office into his room and slept on his floor. He rotated from his bed to mine depending, I guess, on how he felt. There were several times that he requested to be put in his bed. But when I started staying in his room, the mess of throw up became far less. I was able to catch the throw up before it got on any clothing, bedding or hair. Which is nice since we went through about five pairs of pajamas and three sets of bedding, and that can get kind of tiring in the middle of night.

I did sleep a little bit. I probably got about two one hour stints. But my mommie ears were on high alert, every squeak or sneeze woke me and made me nervous. I had a hard time sleeping because I was worried about him because I don’t want to have to take him to the hospital again.

I am trying really hard to keep him hydrated this time. He has a sippy cup of Gatorade with him at all times and he just had a lovely fruit popsicle. The kind that is fruit puree and that I covet. They are so good.

I think that he is going to be fine. He is watching Buzz Lightyear, drinking a cocktail of sprite and gatorade, and carrying around a small bowl of fishies and teddy grahams (thanks Kateka and Grandma).