The Bright Side of Puking

Tiller’s got the pukes. It all started Sunday before last, with Rollie having no appetite. Any parent worth their salt knows that when a kid has no appetite for something that they usually scarf down, then you will be dealing with puke within 24 hours. It is a law of nature.

Rollie was out of school five days last week. He had only one puke incident, but then had a fever for six days straight. He felt better on Friday (just in time for the weekend!). Tiller fell sick on Sunday night. Same thing. No appetite, fever, a little puke. Both kids also have a cough with this thing.

This sounds crazy, but I kind of like it when my kids are sick. No, i hate to see them scared or puking, and I hate the getting up two or three times a night to soothe them, and clean puke and change sheets, or to lie awake listening to them cough and worry about pneumonia or freak bacterial infections. Not that part.

But when they are sick, I am reminded how very much I love them, and how I couldn’t bear it if something happened to one of them. I am reminded that I am lucky that they are so healthy. Now that they are older, they don’t want to sit in my lap as often, or snuggle on the couch. I am chopped liver. But when they are sick? They want me, need me, even.

I am reminded of one time when Rollie was sick. He was about 18 months or two years, probably. He came into the kitchen where Todd and i were standing, and he looked just pitiful, and then he started throwing up. He had that panicky look that little kids get when they are vomiting. They don’t understand what is happening to them, and they feel like they are choking, and their eyes are begging you to fix it. Todd grabbed a towel, while I got down on my knees and pulled Rollie into my lap. His little fists were clinging to me, and he was puking all over the both of us, and the whole time it was happening, all i could think of was that there was not another person on earth whom I would let sit on my lap and puke all over me.

I was thinking, There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.

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7 Responses to “The Bright Side of Puking”

  1. Ginny says:

    Wow. Thank you.

  2. Dogwood Girl says:

    You wanna buy some barf? I can bag that up in a ziploc and send it off. . .

  3. slp says:

    you are an amazing parent. however if i get sick enough, could i puke on you?

  4. lori cobbs says:

    that is it exactly. NOTHING we wouldn’t do. oh i miss my little boo when i’m working!!! hope your little ones are on the mend today!!

  5. Dogwood Girl says:

    Scott, that would be a ‘No.” However, I have an old guitar lying around.

  6. Dogwood Girl says:

    Yep, Lori. Crazy how much love there is there. And how purely biological it feels. Like every fiber of my being would take a bullet for them without thinking twice.

  7. Ginny says:

    My mother’s love was that I would throw up and then she’d move me over so she could throw up (assuming we both made it to the toilet). I think I inherited her weak stomach. 🙂

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