D went in 24 hours from being the birthday king to being a sick kid with a stomach virus. Brent and I parent kids across a wide age range, so we have dealt with a number of issues. There are very few things that make a parent feel helpless like a sick kid. And I, of course, am just talking about a stomach virus, not a chronic or terminal illness which surely must bring a helpless feeling like none other.
D lost all the content of his stomach and then some. I don’t think I need to paint you a picture. It was ugly. There was a lot of laundry and more after that. He spent the day laying on the floor next to his bucket watching TV.
We have a name for the bucket — Bart. Don’t over think it. I don’t know why. We just do.
Maybe because it brings smiles to out faces in the middle of the night. Remember how I told you D wanders in the middle of the night? Well, that’s where he was when he got sick. Yes. Awful for everyone. Mostly awful for Brent. Again — there’s no need to paint you a picture.
Kids always start throwing up in the middle of the night. Adults, too, now that I think about it. You need to have a chuckle. “You get Bart while I take this load down to the washer . . .
. . . Ew. Grab the stuffed penguin. I’ll take it with me.”