Cub is sick. Again. So much kiddyvomit.
It was going to be a fun day at work too.
Bummer!
I hope he's better soon.
My daughter had a rough time with vomiting as a youngling. She would "freak out" and try to run away from it, shaking her head and spewing on every wall, floor, even a ceiling hit at times.
Ceiling
The last time this happened was while picking someone up at the airport, and I didn't get him unstrapped from the car seat in time.
Hypervigilance established, and this time around I got his face in a lined trashcan all but one of the "eruptions".
Recovery probably is taking longer than it could have, because I can't convince him that Gatorade will help with rehydration/headache/general feeling like shit.
Out of the 9,000 fucking "flavors" of Gatorade, you can't find even one that he can tolerate, even using it as medicinal treatment? Maybe he just doesn't like the taste of sweat with flowers in it.
That's what all those flavors I've tried taste like to me. Don't really blame him for not wanting to drink that.
I don't have a solution to offer.
He just has to grow up now and try again.
Last time I was that sick, I had a flu and I was pounding so much fluid, just water mainly because I could not even keep down anything, I started to feel like this guy:
Yes, the ceiling.
You could follow the streaks during clean up. The velocity to spray it everywhere came from her trying to hit it when it came out. She was terrified. She would run, screaming and flailing her arms, trying to escape vomiting. Batting at the stream as it came out. It went everywhere. You try to catch her, console her, contain the fucking mess, but she was covered in it and too slippery to catch without just tackling her.
Not just once. This happened until she was about eight, every time she threw up. We developed a vigilance as well.
At school, the nurse kept a change of clothes for her, in case it happened again. I would loved to have been a "fly on the wall" to just see when it happened in class and the teacher would not let her go to the bathroom, because the class would be over in a few minutes. She sprayed the class with vomit, screaming, writhing, batting at it. Not sure if that ceiling was hit or not. That happened twice.
So much for ever having any friends.
Parent/teacher conferences ensued. We had tried to explain to them that (as a non-verbal autistic until the age of three) if she has mustered the courage to ask for something, it is because she NEEDS it to happen, right now.
At twenty one, she just takes two or three days off and curls into a ball if she's the least bit nauseated. Doesn't scream as much. Still a trigger.
I'm not saying that she was a bigger handful than any other kid, but vomiting was one of her "freak out and LOSE it" triggers.