At 5:21 a.m., Jacky started screaming from the other room. Thinking he'd just fallen out of bed again (moved from a crib a couple weeks ago) I walked in there to pick him up. He was sitting on the bed and said, "I urped." He'd thrown up on his bed and his shirt and was crying. I always think it's funny that my kids use the term "urp." It makes the most sense because whenever Juliet spits up, we say that she'd urped. I just feel at some point it changes from urp to vomit but at 5:21 in the morning, it's hard to make that distinction to someone who's only 2. So he threw up again this morning around 8:00. I kind of get the feeling that it's just something he ate. Jacky's such a good natured little boy; my sweetheart. He's watching cartoons in a diaper and chewing gum. Well, a load of stinky laundry awaits.
2 comments:
poor guy! This was one morning that I was NOT awake at 5:30am. I feel for you! I hope he feels better soon!
In an odd connection through the space-time-continuum I was looking at this post, with T in my arms and she threw up. I was the 2nd throw up of the day so it wasn't completely unexpected, but a bit odd. Mine is feeling better though, I hope yours is too!
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