Sick little boys are the saddest creatures in the whole world. My little boy got up at 2:30 this morning to come in our room and tell me his blankets (he's a tad OCD and does this a lot) were "all messed up"...I sort of mumble yelled at him in my foggy state to go back to bed. He said,"Yes, but my tummy hurts." To which I replied,"Lay on your left side (as if that's a cure all)." He went back to bed and a few minutes later I was widely awake to the dreaded (by parents everywhere) sounds of retching. :( Guilt...guilt...guilt...guilt....
As I was cleaning him, and the 20 foot radius up he put his hand on my arm and said, "I'm sorry Mama, for waking you up." :cry: :cry: :cry: and kick self over and over for being so unfeeling.
Now he's ensconced on the couch(with bucket at hand) watching SpongeBob..."But I'm afraid to throw up, Mama..." He really is such a good boy. :cry:
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Please get me through this day. :(