Nathan woke from his afternoon nap today, and his first word was "sick".
He seemed to have a slight fever, although we weren't even sure of that. But he visibly wasn't feeling all that great, and then had the world's messiest diaper. We let him watch Sesame Street while he drank some juice.
Part way through the episode, while he was sitting on my lap, a strange noise emanated from his chest. "That's a weird noise", I commented. Three seconds later, suddenly realizing what impending doom the noise foretold, I grabbed him up, hurtled toys and two baby gates, just making it into the bathroom, if not over anything with a drain, before he threw up.
In fairness to me, Nathan's never really thrown up before. This is, I suspect, unusual for an almost-two-year-old. But he's been, on the whole, a very healthy baby. So it's not like I had heard that noise a lot before.
After cleaning him up, and changing both our shirts, he felt noticeably better. He still didn't eat any food, which is probably just as well, and at bed time, he fell asleep during story time, so he's clearly not feeling that great. But hopefully the worst is past, and tomorrow will be better.
Posted by Mike at December 6, 2006 11:37 PMI hope he's OK, now!
We had a similar experience earlier this fall. After Annika's first day of school she came home out of sorts and uncharacteristically whiney and clingy. (Having not been sick since we left SF in March, she didn't remember the word "sick", but even if she had she might not have associated it to stomach-related distress which was a new one for all of us.) I got the brunt of the attack(s), unfortunately. Poor kid. She felt ill, but I think the mechanics of throwing up scared her even more. It's hard to be a toddler.
Posted by: Beca on December 9, 2006 05:35 AM