Tonight Drew threw up all over me and I didn't scream. I didn't even get a chance to change my pants until after I'd given him a bath. The fact that I didn't scream and yell for Tom is a huge deal. The fact that I didn't change my pants for at least 20 minutes...mind blowing. (Just so you know, there was only a small amount on the back of my pant leg. I was not covered in puke and going about my business.)
But, the real reason for this post? Tonight, while the rest of us were eating dinner, Drew said he felt better. I allowed him to eat some plain toast and drink some water. About half way through my meal he calmly walked over to the trash can and threw up. What did I do? I took another bite of my Sloppy Joe.
What can I say? I'm almost six years into this gig and not a lot gets to me anymore. I needed to finish my dinner and he'd made it to the trash can. No need to rush...
2 comments:
wish i could say the same right now but i know it's pregnancy getting to me. molly got sick in her bed the other night and i had to just let her lay there and and continue to throw up while i left the room. i was impressed i was able to give her a bath. matt had to clean everything up when he got home from work.
Amber, I have left messes for Tom to clean up more than once. His ability to deal with vomit has gotten him out of lots of poopy situations! ha ha
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