It's around 1:11am, Friday. What a rocky week and it doesn't look to be ending. We are both up with our son who has been throwing up since going to bed. Changed his bedclothes and blankets twice already and I am very worried. He has been sick for days now and now this. We both have to go to work tomorrow (well, today) and we are both getting to that exhausted point. I have a load of the soiled bedding going in the wash right now and I am sure more will follow. Our son has never been a 'puker' so it freaks him out to throw up like this and I know he is feeling feverish and miserable. I think there is nothing more gut-wrenching than an ill child. They look at you with a look in their eyes that says "Why is this happening to me? Why won't it stop?" To me that is the most awful part of parenting; to have a sick or hurt kid and to know you can't fix it and make their hurts or sickness go away. It's a helpless feeling. All we can do is ride it out and hope he stops sicking up long enough to falls asleep at some point. Sleep heals the body. I just have a feeling it's something none of us will be getting much of... |