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Wednesday, August 01, 2007Casual BarfingJust an ordinary day in the life of an eight-year-old boy -- playing, eating, barfing. I spent yesterday morning running errands and arrived home after the children had already eaten lunch (okay, so maybe I planned it that way). I hadn't been home long when Spencer started complaining about a "gas pain." His description and the location of the pain, however, led me to believe that it was some sort of tummy distress. He didn't seem overly put out by it, so I let him be. "If the pain comes again, try to poop," I said. Ancient Motherly Wisdom, that. Later, the come-and-go pain had become enough of a bother that I found him lounging on his bed. Not a good sign. Still, he wasn't acting particularly ill. I invited him to come snuggle with me for a while in the living room (for we all know that tired, pregnant mamas are always up for a good snuggle). He was bright-eyed and chatty, and after a while said he'd like to watch Milo and Otis. He happily set about getting the DVD, and I slipped into the laundry room to play catch-up on my ironing. Moments later, Spencer called out, rather casually, "Oh. I feel like I have to barf." "Well, hurry up," I said. "Run to the bathroom." He did. Upon his return, he announced, "Yep. I barfed! It came out three times." Then he ran into the family room and popped in his DVD as though he had simply gone pee. And that was that. I didn't allow him to eat supper, which didn't seem to bother him. Before bed, I offered him a banana to keep his blood sugar from plummeting overnight. He wasn't hungry. Not a good sign, but again, he was completely nonchalant about the whole thing, and claimed he felt okay. Around 10:30, Eric checked on him. Not being the kind of daddy who can resist smooching on a sleeping boy, Eric ended up waking Spencer. Spencer, Eric informed me, was pleasant, chipper, and took some sips of water from his cup upon Daddy's recommendation. A few minutes later, Eric heard him coughing in the bathroom. "I barfed again!" Spencer told him when it was all over. He crawled into bed, fell asleep, and that was the end of it. I'm not quite sure what happened yesterday. Was my son actually sick? Or did something aggravate his belly for a little while and work itself out quickly? All I know is, that was one of the easiest barfing bouts I've ever dealt with. I guess I've never placed throwing up on the list of things-I-announce-casually-to-my-parents. "I rode my bike around Carphilly Circle." "I found a female cricket." "I finished cleaning my room." "I barfed." Whatever! I'll take it. Spencer has always been decidedly the most unusual child I've ever known. I love him this way. If he wants to barf casually, that's fine with me. Isn't motherhood the grandest of callings? |
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5of my readers are feeling chatty:
Adasen and Ida have been known to have bouts of "casual barfing" and I find it rather exciting NOT to have to scrub the carpets, change the sheets, or run a tub full of water for a bath afterward.
I'm happy that Spencer is ok!
Btw...several times I have left comments here (the most recent being under the amniotic fluid blog)only to have it vanish later in the day. It will actually post but then it disappears on me. Any thoughts?
The Bear had a barf bout the other day. It was anything but casual while it was going on, but as soon as he stopped: "I'm done" and he wanted to go play again.
Luckily, he got the bulk of it in the toidy, so there was minimal cleanup required.
If that little dude isn't inspiration for a character in a book, well...I'd say you're missing a golden opportunity.
Glad the little chap is back on his feet.
Hmm, Leese, that's weird. I receive comments directly to my email, so I don't usually pay attention to what's actually showing up here. I don't have an answer for you!
And Spencer is just fine. Thomas -- Spencer is a live, in-the-flesh character, I swear. He's always been one. I should really try to draw more inspiration from him. :)
My 3 1/2 year old is the same way. "Oops Mommy...I made a mess. Can I have some paper towels?" Maybe it's a boy thing...
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