Our house woke up at 2 am with Eli yelling for Ma. Both Brian and came in and puke was all over his new bed. Wednesday of that week several daycare workers and kids were out with a stomach bug and I was thinking we were in the clear. I should have known something was up cause the kid never is a picky eater but this week he barely ate dinner several nights in a row. Saturday night we caved and gave him some O's after he didn't touch his dinner just trying to get him to eat something and no more than two bites went down. He had also attended a birthday party earlier that day at a jump house and didn't play on one jump toy or eat cake. That should have been a big clue.
After several puking episodes we were all back to bed within the hour and Eli woke up and said, "Feel better ma". I was so thankful we didn't all wake up with puke all over us. I was also thankful I didn't get it well not yet....and Brian didn't either. I can't even remember the last time Eli puked it's been that long. It has been at least over a year. I felt so bad for the little guy. When he puked as a baby he was too young to know what was going on but this time he knew something was wrong and I think it scared him a bit. Thankfully we got it out the way and can now prepare to enjoy the holiday with no more puke episodes. He is on the mend and has eaten some basic foods, fluids and regular mood.
