Uh-Oh! Hotdog....

I was napping with Mason today.  He has started coughing in his sleep the last month or so.  Today it was so bad it woke him up.  When he is not ready to wake up but gets woke up it usually isn't pretty...but not so messy and smelly as today!

Chris came in and said he was running to town.  Mason started crying harder.  Daddy left.  Seconds later puke was flowing freely.  I just held him and let it roll where it may.  What difference does it make anyway?  We all needed to be washed either way...bedding too.

After I'm convinced he is done I get up out of bed gently, remove the worst of my clothes and pick him up soothing him....assuring him everything will be alright.

We get to the bathroom, I sit him on the counter and try to take his clothes off.  He objects, clings to me, cries harder, and proceeds to puke amounts that made the previous epidode look minor!  What!  How much can there be!?!?!?

I  S.L.O. W. L. Y (as to not upset him more)  get him undressed and into the tub.  Of course he clings to me, so I end up in the tub too.  He usually loves baths, but not this one...not in the mood.  So, he clings to me...  We manage to get washed and get him calmed and happier by singing and splashing.

OK, so Mason is lotioned and dressed and I am changing the bedding and getting the laundry started.  I hear from the other room, "UH-OH!  Hock-ug!"  I run to see if he puked AGAIN!  What a relief!  No puke.  He is holding out his hand....in it is a hotdog chunk he picked up off the bathroom floor (guess what was for lunch).  I must have pulled up my nose, because he quickly dropped it and shuttered.  LOL!!!

"Hock-ug"  =  hotdog