Both P & J woke up feeling less than great today. J more than P. His little face was pale with sunken eyes, he was lethargic, and sleepy.
I mentally prepared myself for a cozy day of watching movies, snuggling my babies and mentally obsessing about what diagnosis J might have and freak out about it (thanks WebMD).
I phoned the school, made a nest of pillows and blankets on the couch, we chose BRAVE and settled in for the day by 8 am. J was a little shaky and requested some water. Ok, keep him hydrated.....
Then with a heave....the puking began.....and then just as fast it was over.....
Still diagnosing J with a myriad of horrifying diseases....I calmly cleaned it up, cleaned up my boy, and snuggled him back in the nest.
"I want to go outside!"
"I want a turkey sandwich! And a pickle!"
"Let's get my shoes on."
"Can I have some milk?"
It was just 8:30 by this time. I'm still diagnosing J with illnesses that medical treatment can't cure and now he wants to go outside and eat!
Color back in his face....shoes on....we head out to ride his scooter....I have bookmarked those sicknesses should he fall under the weather again....