Throw Up
Silas has some weird, unknown (and hopefully not serious) sickness — the only symptom of which is that he thows up at random intervals through out the day. Thursday night, he threw up 5 times. Bronwen and I spent the night doing laundry and changing his clothes. It breaks your heart to see this sweet little boy crying because he can’t stop heaving. We made it through the day yesterday without any eruptions, so one would expect the whole sickness to be over. Not so fast hot shot. At midnight and one a.m., it starts again. But since he’s not feeling sick with any other symptoms, he still wants to eat and drink. That means, come morning, it’ll be time for a hearty breakfast. At 9:00 a.m. I was driving with Silas to meet some friends for a 5K walk around Balboa Island. Half way there, he pukes all over the back seat of my car. Picture me by the side of the road, scooping puke out with my bare hands. Silas is in tears. I had to drive all the way home with Silas soaking in his own puke. I don’t ever want to get in my car again. I may donate it for a tax deduction.
I apologize for the picture. Poor little guy.
