At 1:45am this morning, I was awakened by The Boy at the side of my bed telling me he needed to go to the bathroom. For some reason, he feels the need to tell us - maybe getting permission? Not sure. So, as usual, I said, "Go ahead, hon," wondering why he needs to wake me from my sound sleep to do this. He called me in and I arose from my way-comfy bed, feeling a bit annoyed. He told me his throat feels funny - he thought he might throw up. Now, you might think me a callous mom here. But The Boy gets this feeling quite frequently because he works himself up and gets upset over a real or imagined problem. So sometimes, when he wakes up and is really tired, he can get all worked up and is convinced he's going to throw up. In my mind, I assumed that's what was happening. I was helping him off the toilet and kneeling down to pull up his PJ bottoms. My ears - right at his chest level - pick up the tell-tale gurgling. He was about to blow. Before I could get him turned around, face pointing to the toilet, he just erupted. If I hadn't been so tired and grossed out, I would have totally laughed at the absolute comedy of his projectile vomiting as I turned him around (thus, getting a nice arching spray all over our toilet room). It's the type of thing you'd see in a National Lampoon movie and laugh your butt off. Not quite so when you are partially in the line of fire.
So hubby jumped to our rescue, getting new clothes (and he needed new EVERYthing), the mop, the bucket, the cleaning supplies, latex gloves, etc.
As I was helping The Boy finish puking in the right direction and then helping clean him up, I noticed he hadn't cried. I told him he was very brave and I was so proud of how he handled it without crying. He said, "Yah, I didn't cry. I just wish there was no such thing as throwing up." I agreed. Then he asked, "Will we throw up in heaven?" I assured him that there would be no throwing up in heaven. He said asked, "How do you know?" And in true tired motherly fashion, I answered in my most reassuring voice, "I promise you, there is NO throwing up in heaven." He accepted that.
We got The Boy off to bed, cleaned up the bathroom (I wiped down everything with bleach & water), got me changed (yick), put everything in the wash and got back to bed somewhere a bit closer to 3am. The Boy is feeling better today. No one else has tossed any cookies.
I look forward to not cleaning up any puke in heaven.