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Tonight I feel privileged. I’ve entered a new level in mommyhood and with that a new mommy badge–maybe even two.
Tonight, Joey threw up not just once but 5 times and counting. Not only was one in the car, but we’re supposed to be getting up bright and early to catch our flight make to Louisville.
Badge #1 – Sick kid, multiple puking sessions
Badge #2 – Sick kid right before traveling
I know it’s probably weird that I’m excited about this and after another time or two it’ll be a normal part of mommyhood. But this was the first time Joey threw up (with the exclusion of cute, baby spit-up). And I have a huge aversion to vomit. So bad that I almost threw up the first time he did. Seriously! The last time I threw up was the day I went into labor…the time before that was probably 8-9 years ago. I hate it.
I know some of my friends might be like, “No big deal…just wait until you have 3 sick at the same time!” I’m definitely not looking forward to that, but I feel that tonight I reached a mommy milestone. Multiple puking sessions and three loads of laundry.
Now, don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all fun and games. We had pulled into the driveway, turned off the car, and as we were getting Joey out (he was sleeping) he just started vomiting everywhere! At first we thought it a fluke–maybe he’d eaten too much. So after cleaning him up and putting him in new pj’s, Joe rocked him back to sleep while I took care of the soiled carseat and clothes.
Not long after Joe laid him down came the second round. Into the second round of pj’s, laundry, and temperature taken (which was normal), it no longer seemed a fluke. After about the fifth round (we held off on starting a new load of laundry), the little man was exhausted. His poor stomach so empty he was eliminating clear liquid and trying to lay down while I held him up! The poor guy.
It was a little shocking. Unexpected. You get those panicky, ‘Is everything alright? Is this a sign of something more serious?’ thoughts. Coupled with, at least for me, ‘How do I hold a vomiting toddler? Do I hold him? Over the sink? Toilet? Do I let him just puke on the floor? Ewww…I don’t want to get it on me!’
Seriously, these were the things going through my head.
The experience did show me something about my own heart. I found myself concerned about my own comfort–getting dirty, frustrated at the thought of a delayed flight, wanting to finish last minute packing. That’s bothersome for me.
My child is sick and while half of my thoughts go to him and his welfare, the other half is concerned for me and my “needs.” Whatever happened to following in Jesus’ footsteps denying myself to the point of death…and I’m getting squeamish at this?
Gotta work on that. Right now, I’m keeping watch…he’s back in clean jammies and sleeping.
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