ugh blech and yuck

6.43 this morning we were all sleeping quite peacefully, tucked away in bed. 6.44 this morning we were awakened rather suddenly and unpleasantly to the sound of bluuuuurrrrrrooooooorrrrrrp, a translation of which equates roughly to "Gavin puking all over mommy and the bed." That was fun. Not. But we survived. Most of it landed on me so it wasn't too bad. For the bed. For me, it was a rather icky and wet matter, at least until I changed clothes.

But Gavin continued to throw up all morning. He was rather creative in his efforts, too, managing to puke into my shoe and all over the couch. It was pathetic, really. Because he'd empty his stomach, so he felt hungry and wanted to nurse. But he would nurse and that upset his stomach so he threw up again. The first few times he didn't seem to know what was happening and the puking didn't phase him, but after a time he began to recognize the sensation and cry, then once he threw up he sobbed and sobbed so heartbrokenly that it made me cry.

He seems to be a little better now. He's not puking anymore thankfully, and he has had a couple of good naps. Apart from being cranky and having a bit of diarrhea, he is okay. We are hopefuly against hope right now that we won't catch what he has, but we figure the chances are slim. Sigh. It's really a bit like waiting for a bad storm, knowing there's nothing you can do but wait, and knowing it'll be unpleasant when it hits. Blech.