Last night I was roused from my dreamy sleep by a little four-year-old voice announcing the dreaded, "Mommy, my tummy doesn't feel so good." So, I did the logical thing and nudged my husband. He put little Jack on the toilet, but I knew that wasn't the problem, so I heaved myself out of bed just in time to usher my little boy back into the bathroom.
And, no surprise, he threw up.
In that moment, all that flashed before my eyes was a sleepless night ahead of soothing my child, cleaning up vomit and wishing, just wishing, I could go back to sleep.
But, I believe in looking for the little miracles in life, so I was very proud of my guy when he puked right in the toilet. Not drop of acrid-smelling saliva on the floor. Nothing to clean up. What a sweetheart -- and he has good aim.
Luckily, after he got settled into bed he went right back to sleep and didn't have any more emergency trips to the bathroom. And this morning has been uneventful as well. After I talked with another mom from Jack's preschool, who informed that the Norwalk virus was going around the school and half the kids were away yesterday, it seems we're getting off lightly.
Yes, there seems to be bright side, even to the stomach flu.
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