Who's throwing up now?

You’d think it would be the pregnant lady being the thrower-upper, but this time around it was Elijah. On Thursday night (after a fun day at the Children’s Museum with Lexi and Tori), Elijah woke up about half an hour after going to bed not looking that great and wanting to be rocked. Shortly after he sat up, looked me in the face and got a very peculiar expression – quickly followed by a baptism by you-know-what for Mommy. Thursday night through Friday morning he threw up 9 times – once on Mom and Dad’s bed (yuck) and then mostly in his crib (we had towels down so cleanup was easier those times). On Friday night, after the second time he threw up, he was all chipper and when I asked him if he was okay he said, “I’m great! I feel much better!” Half an hour later he was singing a different tune – “I don’t feel much better, Mommy.” I slept in Eli’s room on Thursday night, and the longest he went without throwing up was about 2 hours in the middle of the night (from 2:45 until 4:45). It was a long long night, with an ever expanding laundry pile.

This was Elijah’s first real experience with throwing up a lot and understanding what he was doing. He really didn’t like it (as you would expect), and did not want to use the bowl Mom and Dad kept offering after he used it once and SAW everything in it. But after having to have his clothes changed about a zillion times he grew to appreciate the handiness of the bowl. Friday morning he was reaching for it whenever his stomach felt funny. And for once Daddy was thankful that Mommy likes to shop, as we went through all but two of Elijah's shirts (see, I just have incredible foresight and practicality, not a shopping addiction!).

On Friday Elijah couldn’t really keep anything down but was throwing up more like every two hours instead of every half an hour. We thought he was doing great Friday night when he ate some toast at 5 and was still okay at 7, but then the pukey-monster struck again. Saturday he was doing a lot better but was still really tired. And Saturday was the day that Uncle Jeff and Aunt Lori were moving to their new house, so Daddy went and helped while Mommy and Eli had to stay home (they really didn’t need to catch what Eli had!). On Sunday we knew Elijah was going to be okay when he inhaled four pieces of toast (even without jelly or peanut butter on it) and was still asking for more. I don’t think he said hardly three or four sentences all day Saturday and wouldn’t move out of his chair, so it was a relief to see him on Sunday afternoon and Monday return to his usual self – playing with toys and talking up a storm. It was horrible to have to watch him all scared of what was happening, and as much as I don’t like to throw up, I would rather have me be sick than Elijah. I hope we don’t have more puking episodes for a long long time!