Last Thursday, at about 1:30am, we woke up to Kyle calling for Daddy. I went into his room and laid down next to him for a couple minutes. As I was getting up, he asked me for some water. I figured as long as I was filling the cup, I could limit how much water he actually would get.
As I went to get him water, he suddenly sat up in bed and (as if it were in slow motion) I could hear what was about to happen. The lights were still off, so I couldn’t see, but I didn’t really need to. That sound is unmistakable. And the next thing I knew…he had gotten sick all over his bed, his sheets, his comforter, his pajamas, etc.
At first, I thought about trying to rush him to the bathroom. Then I figured the damage had already been done. Better to at least keep it contained to one area.
The poor little guy. He started crying and shaking. Once he was done with round one, he would have repeat bouts every 5 or 10 minutes. All in all, it’s nothing that pretty much every parent doesn’t go through at some point…probably quite a few times. In this case, however…now that it’s over…there are certain things upon which we can look back and find somewhat funny.
Watching your toddler cry and get sick and get the shakes is never funny. What was funny, however was something he said. It really is true that kids say the darndest things. Kyle’s came out during one of those “in-between” times when he had calmed down from the last time he got sick and before the next time.
Suddenly, once he had more or less gotten himself somewhat composed, he looked up and me and Mommy with those big, sad, “sick” eyes and said, “Daddy, what’s my problem tonight?”
As awful as it was, standing there in his room trying to console him while he was sick (and figuring out that we were going to be up for a while cleaning up) we couldn’t help but laugh. He’s so funny…even when he’s not feeling well.
Later that morning, he kept telling us that he didn’t want to get sick any more. We couldn’t agree more. If only a three-year-old could understand that it’s just not quite that simple. But, hey, he’s three. He thinks in simple terms. So, to him, it really ought to have been just that simple.
That was Thursday. For the next 3-4 days, he pretty much didn’t eat at all. By Sunday night, he had maybe a half a bowl of macaroni and cheese. But, last night and today, he’s been making up for lost time. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts…Kyle has never been a very good eater.
And that’s all. I’ve had so little time to post updates here that I’m resorting to telling you about my child getting sick. Pretty sad. But hopefully, you at least got a small giggle out of his comment. We did.
TTFN!
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