Spoiler alert, the following may contain some graphic language so you can fully understand "life at the Whitman's"
Poor Carter was victim number one yesterday morning. I'll never forget the pathetic look on his face as he stood in the kitchen, puking onto the floor, not understanding what was going on and way food was coming OUT of his mouth. He vomited several times that morning, he kept trying to eat and 10 minutes later it would all come back out again, even juice. Here's a note to moms and future moms, don't feed your kid a chocolate chip cookie when he's sick, no matter how much he wants it, unless you want to clean up pureed chocolate 10 minutes later.
Once Carter and Isaac were safely in bed last night, the fun began for me, up every hour until 4am.... Feeling much better today, just weak and tired. The cruel irony was Isaac slept 12 hours that night for the first time with only a mini wake up at 3:45am. Papa let me sleep in and when I came down the stairs, Carter said "mama, you were sick like me last night" I said "yes, I had a belly ache and stuff coming out of my mouth, too." (How do you explain vomiting to a 3 year old?) And he looks at me and says "pee came out of your mouth, too?"
Now it's seems Isaac is next....
Don't worry, the photos are all of food going in, not coming out!


