Woke up this morning around 6:10 to the sound of Dillon crying in his room, loudly. I got there as quickly as I could (within a minute, I'd say), but I was too late. I literally walked into the room, and he muttered something through his sobs like, "I don't like..." and then WHAM! He puked all over the floor. Stupidly, I tried to rush him to the bathroom so he could continue throwing up into the toilet, but we barely made it to the doorway of his bedroom before BLEARGH!, another blast spewed forth.
The stench was tremendous.
The vomit clean-up crew then went into action. Angie, stifling back her urge to puke, went and grabbed some baby wipes, paper towels, and the Swiffer WetJet. She stayed out of the room while I sopped up the bile and chunks with the wipes and paper towels, and then came in at the end with the WetJet. Dillon sat in the bathroom while most of this was going on, and then Angie changed his pajamas and put him back to bed. He seemed fine once it was all over.
We had gone to Friendly's for dinner, but even though I think that may have contributed to his episode, I don't think it was the cause. What I mostly saw in the chunks were bits of fruit. I asked Angie if he'd eaten any fruit that day and she said, "Yeah, he had some canteloupe after school." I'm not blaming the canteloupe outright, but given the acidity of it, it may have aggravated his stomach when he added mac & cheese, a hot dog, and ice cream later. Yow.
The stench was tremendous.
The vomit clean-up crew then went into action. Angie, stifling back her urge to puke, went and grabbed some baby wipes, paper towels, and the Swiffer WetJet. She stayed out of the room while I sopped up the bile and chunks with the wipes and paper towels, and then came in at the end with the WetJet. Dillon sat in the bathroom while most of this was going on, and then Angie changed his pajamas and put him back to bed. He seemed fine once it was all over.
We had gone to Friendly's for dinner, but even though I think that may have contributed to his episode, I don't think it was the cause. What I mostly saw in the chunks were bits of fruit. I asked Angie if he'd eaten any fruit that day and she said, "Yeah, he had some canteloupe after school." I'm not blaming the canteloupe outright, but given the acidity of it, it may have aggravated his stomach when he added mac & cheese, a hot dog, and ice cream later. Yow.
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I'll take poop clean-up over puke every time. It never fails that the puke has either pizza or noodles. I'm making myself sick just thinking about it.