Sometimes peace comes at a price....

There lies my poor little soldier. On the floor.

He crawled there earlier as he was lacking energy and fell asleep where he lay (the addition of the blanket and TW came later as I realised he'd nodded off).

As I mentioned in my previous blog BB has been fickle with his food. He started picking even less and 3 days ago had a dose of the runs (which if you don't mind me saying were very pale - anaemic looking!) Then that evening I heard him crying in bed, I went up, opened the door and was hit with that oh so lovely overpowering smell of vomit. Great!

I stripped his bed, and he seemed fine so he went back down no problem. When I went in in the morning the smell still lingered, and his jammies were covered. I'm not sure if I missed them or if he'd been sick again through the night.

Then came the breakfast puke. I didn't witness it as I was feeding LL, but one minute he'd said he was finished - then next he was crying. He'd filled his bowl back up with the contents of his stomach - along with his clothes, the table, his chair and the floor! Not surprisingly he didn'y have much of an appetite all day (I managed to get him to eat a bit of a banana sandwich and drink some 'pink' juice (strawberry) and 1/2 a yogurt) then at dinner time he didn't want anything, but I gave him some toast and he nibbled his way through some of it (which I thought might settle his tummy somewhat). He only pee'd once all day - at 3:30pm (after prompting) so I knew he was dehydrated.

All seemed to be good until bedtime. He'd only drunk a couple of mouthfuls of his milk, but I didn't want to force him - so it was up in my arms for his 'kiss, cuddle, rub-a-noses'.........

That was when I had a (hopefully) once in a lifetime experience which I never want to repeat!

We didn't make it past the cuddle - as when he was all cuddled into me he let rip a projectile vomit with the most amazing force directly into my ear canal (yes you heard me right), all over my face,hair - and into the hood of the sweater I was wearing.... (now there's another skill to master - removing a vomit filled hoodie without getting yourself immersed in it! Not easy - and I'm afraid I wasn't successful!) Some did make it past me and splatted off of the box containing LL's cot and onto the floor. Impressive stuff I tell you! Second only to the Macaroni cheese incident.....

Why do these always happen to me and not BFS???

I had to leave BB standing crying as I quickly ran the side of my face under the tap to get rid of the putrid sticky mess so I could then get him stripped down, the floor scrubbed, and him into bed before I could tend to myself. He was Devastated - not because he was sick, but because he'd just put on his Spiderman pyjamas clean about 15 mins earlier. He really didn't want to take them off although they were dripping with puke!!! Once again - priorities all wrong!

At least I didn't have to strip his bed again.......

He's never had a bug past a couple of days, so I kinda thought he'd be alright when he woke up today. He appeared to be, but was still off of his breakfast.

He drank some milk, and 'tried' some cornflakes - then asked for a yogurt, which he dipped his spoon into but didn't touch - Then it came again.......the dreaded projectile.

This time luckily it was mainly non absorbant surfaces I had to clean (table/chair/tiled floor) although the splats did manage to travel a fair distance..........It took some time to do!

The kitchen still has a distinct vomit waft (and that was after getting the flash out) why does it linger so???? Maybe I should google it!

Anyways the trip up to Grandma's has been cancelled as I returned from putting the bags in the car to be met with the above sight. Well minus the blanket - I did my mumsie bit and put that over the sleeping beauty! LL was put to his bed, and I got some peace to write this blog!

As I said - much as we pray for a moments peace - sometimes it comes at a cost we would prefer not to have to pay!