So the boys have been puking this week. It started with Sam throwing up the entire undigested contents of his lunch; since he eats mashed foods anyway, the pureed green beans and tofu looked pretty much the same coming up as they did going down. He seemed pretty surprised by the whole experience but not entirely disturbed. I guess when you're three years old and have been through as much as Sam, green liquid bursting forth from your mouth and nose is just to be expected. He took it all in stride.
Then last night, after Sam had gone a full 24 hours puke free, Jackson started up. Now Jackson has only puked once in his life and that was over 5 years ago when he was a mere babe. So you can imagine that he might find the experience a bit more distressing when chunks of strawberries came flying uncontrollably out of his mouth. He had been asleep for about an hour when the upheaval started. David and I ran into his room to hear him cry, "It just won't stop. It keeps coming. I can't stop it!" After things had calmed down and I had gotten him into the bath he was still very worried that he would start throwing up again. I found myself reassuring him that it was perfectly okay to let the pink chunks of fruit fall freely from his mouth into the toilet or the bowl we had provided. And I thought, lucky boy to have had strawberries as the last thing he'd eaten; I'm sure that was a lot more pleasant coming up than green beans and tofu.
This morning David and I both chose to stray from our usual breakfast of cereal with milk. I eyed his peanut butter and jelly toast while he took in my waffle with strawberries.
"I'm choosing my food based on what I think might taste best coming back up... just in case."
"Ha! Me too."
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