Spew Bucket

Sunday evening during dinner Oliver started proclaiming "Booboo!" and pointing to his belly. He's done this before and I just kiss it better and he's okay. It seemed like he was using it as an excuse to get out of his seat before dinner was over. Then at about 830 we took him up to the crib in the spare bedroom at my parents' house (we were there for my birthday celebration), because he requested to go to bed (VERY RARE). Shane laid him down in bed, he stood up, gagged twice, and up came dinner. Incredibly lucky, actually, it all landed inside of the crib, not a drop on the carpet! So Shane got him into the tub while I put all of the bed clothes into the laundry. When asked how his booboo was, he said "Booboo gone" so we figured something just didn't sit well with him from dinner. We did have curry which could have done it.

As we were getting ready to leave, Oliver coughed, but my highly tuned mother ear (and all mothers will know this sound) could tell that there was something behind the cough, so I stuck out the only thing I could to catch the spew...my hands. Gross? Yes. Necessary? Yes. Again, miraculously, none got on the carpet!

After some debating, we decided that we should just brave it and drive home with the trusty spew bucket. I am sure everyone has one. This night, ours happened to be a particularly festive one...a leftover cookie tin from Christmas. We made it home without incident. Oliver fell asleep within 10 minutes of being in the car and stayed asleep when we put him into his bed.

At 2am we heard a cry, and Shane brought him into bed and promptly headed out to the couch. That proved to be a pretty good decision. As about 215 Oliver had a small spew, almost like he had too much water and was just burping up a little. I cuddled him a little closer and we tried to go back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, Shane heard my screams "I need a spew bucket! Spew Bucket! SPEW BUCKET!! too late." Oliver had an Exorcist style heave, all over the bed, sheets, and pillows. He finally broke down and started crying after that one. Shane and I had discussed how it was interesting that he hadn't cried after the spews because we both remember crying after spewing growing up. Well it had finally all become too much. He didn't want to change clothes, change diaper, and he certainly didn't want to go to bed! He kept whining for "teebee" and, the way I see it, when you're sick, you get what you want. So I stayed out with him and put on the TV (thank you Disney Channel, for actually having cartoons on for sick little boys!) and he watched it for an hour before falling asleep, but not without spewing once (into the bucket this time) and dry heaving once (so sad). He slept until 745. I, on the other hand, spent the rest of the evening running between him and Lily who woke up 2 times in between.

Yesterday morning Oliver was so out of it, he didn't even care about watching Curious George, which is quite a HUGE deal for him. It was so sad just watching him lay there like a little rag doll. He just hung out on the couch for 2 hours. At about 10, he went into the kitchen to do his business (his favorite place to do it, gross.) Once he rid himself of that, he was a new boy! He ate a bowl of goldfish, a waffle, an entire apple, and a big cup of Pedialyte. He was full of energy and played cars and requested to go to "Friend's home" for 2 hours. At 1230 I convinced him to go down for a nap. At 130 when he woke up he was back in his funk. He played a little, but not with the same vigor as earlier. When Shane got home from work Oliver gave him a huge hug and said "Miss you, Dada!" Presh. At dinner he refused to eat and just wanted to lay down on the kitchen floor. He sat through FHE though. At about 745 he decided that he did want dinner after all. He had some plain pasta. He stayed up until 830 then headed to bed and slept until 5am. This morning everything has been back to normal and we're so glad that this little bug is behind us. No one else has been experiencing any symptoms, which is so great.