My poor baby

Today was suppoed be a great day. The husband had gotten his promotion and is now a Vice President. Can you freakin believe that? My husband, a Vice President! Well, that is cool and I am more than proud of him. I am ecstatic for him!

The bad news of the day is that J is sick. And when he is sick, I feel just terrible. After nap I had to wake him but he still had a good 2 hours of sleep. He didnt want to eat anything as usual. But this is like him ALL the time. Today I actually found his grilled cheese sandwich face down on my new couch! Ouch! Anyways, he was willing to eat eggs. Now this means he will eat the insides of a breakfast bacon, egg and cheese hot pocket. He ate 3 of them. Wow! Then we went to a Hanuka program at his school. He didnt seem right when we were there. Just kinda was to himself and then started to rub his eyes. My kid rub his eyes before 9pm is unheard of. He was very cooperative at bedtime and kept scratching his belly. Made some nice farts and refused to brush his teeth. I had a bad feeling so I didnt make him brush. He was asleep before 9pm. He didnt even drink his bedtime sippy. This was a sure clue something was up.

10:30 rolls around and we hear him whine and cry in ways we dont usually hear so we immediately went up there. Well, The husband called it and took the shift. As soon as he opened the door, i hear on the monitor more whining and then a cry out for daddy. He obviously saw him and then boom. I hear 'OH MY GOD, R, HE IS THROWING UP!' So of course the husband had no idea what to do and I ran up. We immediately put him in a bath and i stripped the bed and got out all new stuff. It took awhile but we finally got him back into his bed.

As I write this i am watching him and the poor kid keeps sitting up. Im so scared he is going to puke again. I hope he is ok. The poor thing. I thin i am going to go in there and say good night.