I got into bed about 11pm the other night – a bit late for me but I’m still painting my bedroom. Had probably just drifted off to sleep when Jaycee Junior came into my room and said he’d been sick. Great. Went and changed his sheets, after also taking off the mattress protector, and gave him a bucket and said that he must be sick in there if he needed to be again with great confidence.
About 2 hours later he came in to my room again and insisted that he had done a wee and even though he wears a nappy at night he kept saying he’d done a wee. I went with him and changed his nappy and went to put him back to bed and noticed he’d been sick again – some went in the bucket and some was on his sheets. Gritting my teeth and trying not be cross at having to do all this again I pulled the sheets off which was my only backup pair for his bed and told him he was in for an adventure now and that he could sleep on the floor. I setup his quilt on the floor with a big towel over the pillow and hung the first load of washing and put this lot in the washing machine for a morning wash. Just before he hopped into his new bed on the floor he started being sick again – some went on the floor and the rest into the bucket but at least he wasn’t sick on his new bed and I obviously didn’t want him sleeping with me. So I cleaned up the floor rinsed out the bucket again, made sure he was settled and made my way back into my bed. All was well until about 7am where he must have been sick on his way to my room.
He was all right during the day. I called up work and childcare and said that we wouldn’t be in, I lit the fire and we settled down at home and had a pretty good day. I had a rest while he was resting and when he had a big three hour sleep during the middle of the day I got some more painting in my bedroom done. All he ate was three slices of toast and vegemite for the whole day which in itself is an indicator that all wasn’t well as he normally eats a lot. All was back to normal the next day when he ate four weetbix for breakfast.
