this time he's the patient

I was enjoying a nice sleep in this morning when David yelled that he needed me. There's not much David needs me for regarding Dennis, but my first thoughts ran to vomit (which David doesn't do so hot with ) and unfortunately I was right. We hoped it was an isolated incident, but after four major episodes all morning, we called the pediatrician. He went at one for his checkup and I had to ride in the backseat with him and hold a bucket, and yes he had to use it. These are the moments you don't picture when you imagine what it will be like to be a parent. I hated watching him suffer through it, especially when in the bathroom at home, he lifted his head from the toilet and wailed "I don't want to throw up!". I assured him that most people don't ever want to throw up. He has whatever stomach bug is going around, not surprising since he's visited a hospital almost every day. And he has an ear infection, which I hope is the explanation for all the ear holding whenever there's been any kind of noise as of late.

After each episode of throwing up, he begged me for a snack and juice, and when I gave him a cracker or gatorade, he threw them up. He couldn't keep the prescription medicine down either and so the doctor called in a dreaded suppository prescription. When we told him we had to put medicine in his bottom, he covered his rear end with his hand and took off down the hall. I don't blame him! We told him it would stop the throwing up and the second we managed to give him the dose, he stood up and said "now I won't throw up, can I please have a snack and some juice?". He didn't throw up again and did keep down some crackers, ramen noodles, and gatorade, but he spent the majority of the evening laid out on the couch watching kid shows on TV. When I told him it was bedtime, he moaned and I asked him if his stomach hurt. He replied "yes, so I need to watch TV to make me feel better." He went right to sleep though, and I hope he has a good night. Poor little guy.