Throw-Up
Last night, while I was at young women’s, Gentry started puking like crazy. Luckily, he has a great dad who took care of him during the ordeal until I got home so that we could tag team the messes that were being created.
I was astounded by the way this sick little boy brought out ultimate love and concern. This was the same little boy that earlier in the day I had been yelling at to get back here and be quiet. As he was lying on the floor, holding his stomach, pail and not moving and trying to blink away sleep, I wanted to crawl into his little body and take away the sickness that he was feeling so that he did not have to.
We finally cleaned him up and his room up to an acceptable manner, and left him to go to sleep in his crib. But seconds after we closed his bedroom door he was throwing up again. We went back in and just stripped him down to a diaper and put new blankets under him and a fleece blanket over him. This time, I sat next to his bedroom door and read magazines for about an hour then I went and got the twin mattress out of the office and put it on the floor in his room. I slept in his room and everytime he squeaked, coughed or sneezed, I was up and out of bed in a flash. I would make sure that he was still covered by the warm fleece blanket and that he was not about to throw up again.
He has not thrown up since, and I think that he is ok now. I think that he got sick from drinking the Splash Pool water. Which I did not recommend, but he does not do what I tell him to do. He does what he wants.
I am glad to have a husband that will take care of my baby and am glad to have a son that helps me understand what love is really about.