At midnight, Friday going into Saturday, Brian heard it before I did. The smell hit you first and then you saw a poor little guy covered in yuck. It was on his clothes, all in his hair, coming out his nose. After giving him the trash can, he got sick one more time and then was done. When we got him into the bathtub, he was like a new man. After the night before with his tummy full of gas, the getting sick was a relief. Brian took over stripping the bed duty, I was gagging too much from the smell. I don't do vomit well. Once he took his place on the sick mattress, he was peppy. Our challenge for the day was to keep him calm and away from his sisters. He amused himself with movies and Batman:
He is much better this evening. We pray we don't get another wake up call from S tonight. Prayers are coveted that she can avoid this plague. Bedtime for us now....hoping and praying for a boring night!
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