Friday morning Henry woke up at 4:40AM. Needless to say I was not pleased, but I quickly went into his room to see why on earth he was up so early. When I got there, he was sitting up surrounded by vomit (hey - you read the disclaimer...). I took him out of his crib, changed his clothes, and my husband removed the sheet from the bed. The remainder of the morning did not go much better. He proceeded to throw up in my husband's shoe, in my husband's face, and in a couple of different toilets as well (I got pretty lucky).
Unfortunately, I had an all-day meeting that I had to go to, so since I'm normally the one working from home, my husband took one for the team and worked from home on Friday. Before I left, I told him to skip the milk, and to buy some Powerade, and to only feed Henry if he asked for food...and then to only give him bread or maybe oatmeal. Well, right after I left, my sick son asked for food. My husband happily watched while Henry ate the entire bowl, and then asked for more. And then, as my husband turned around to make the next bowl, Henry threw up for the 4th time, all over his highchair.
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