So instead of pushing the "lets stay home" thought any further I decided to go out and enjoy my evening. I've been getting regular migraine like headaches. Its like clockwork, I can almost predict them now. All I really need to do is go to bed and sleep it off and I feel fine when I awake. Just really weird. I had one of those migraines trying to emerge on Saturday evening. I ended up taking an Aleve with me in my purse so I had something to dull the headache.
Right before the sitter arrived Donovan says to me, Mommy my belly hurts. So I asked him if he thought he was still hungry. To which he replied, "I think so, can I have some milk?". We gave him some milk and all "seemed" fine in the world. No more complaints of a belly ache. No more thought in my head that this could mean anything other than he didn't eat enough during the day and he was still hungry.
The sitter arrived with her best friend, the kids were beyond excited. We left the necessary information with cellphones, restaurant name and phone # and an emergency person and their #. Again, all was good.
We get to the restaurant, let them know we were there for our reservation but had to wait as the people at the table were closing out their bill and getting ready to depart. No big deal. Although I was starving since I pretty much "starved" myself the rest of the day so I could enjoy dinner, drinks and dessert without too much calorie guilt. Jon was hungry as well. I think we both could have easily eaten a whole cow ourselves because we were "that" hungry. We have a bad habit of starving ourselves when we know we don't have time to exercise. Two low-blood sugar hungry people make for a real fun pair! So in all honesty, having to wait for a table was a bit annoying.
As we were standing there chatting it up with the hostess and waiting for our table, my cell-phone begins to vibrate and ring. So I look at the caller ID and it is "home". This particular sitter often times has problems with working the T.V. so I figured it was something to that effect. I couldn't be MORE WRONG, she called to tell me Donovan had thrown-up his whole dinner at the top of the carpeted stairs. He was crying and asking for Mommy. My heart sank for two reasons, Donovan was sick and throwing up and this typically means he'll boycott eating for days, and we have to go home before our night even got started. Before we could eat a decent meal. A meal Jon and I so needed because we were beyond hungry.
We get home to find Donovan laying on the couch, told he had gotten sick once more and I went and snuggled with him. He was limp and very ashen. You could tell he felt like death warmed over. He looked like death warmed over. All I saw was this little boy that I saw a year ago at the hospital who I held for 36 hours while he vomited pretty much non-stop. It was deja vu. Things I learned from what happened to him a year ago, is that the kid is resilient and I am stronger than I think I am. I can handle vomit situations and I learned to not care if the vomit gets all over me or anywhere else. I was happy that I could snuggle with him and make him feel better. The poor thing passed out within minutes of me settling down and snuggling with him. He started snoring away. Unfortunately, every 1/2 hour or so he'd stir and then get sick again. Dry heaves are the worst. Having him hug the toilet bowl was such a sad sight to behold.
Of course, since we hadn't eaten all day, the migraine arrived full-throttle and Jon was kind enough to sleep on the couch, while Donovan slept on his mattress on the family room floor. We brought his mattress down to let him lay down. He passed out and we didn't want to disturb him so we decided to let him sleep there until he woke up. I went up to bed, Jon stayed down and watched T.V. and catered to our little "yack-ster". He apparently threw-up several times but finally stopped at 11:30pm and settled down to a full-night sleep.
The babysitters sat with us for a while just to chat since we hadn't seen her since the summer. The "best friend" cleaned up all the areas that Donovan managed to throw-up on. Something I had not expected either of these girls to do. I couldn't be anymore grateful though. They definitely went above and beyond the call of duty. Our "regular" babysitter said that she was so glad her friend joined her because she said she would have freaked out had she had to deal with this by herself. So I guess things happen for a reason! She felt so bad for our night being spoiled and kept apologizing. Unless she gave Donovan something to make him vomit (which I know she didn't), I think this was inevitable and their was nothing anyone could have done to stop it from happening. It was not her fault.
Believe it or not, she said she'd love to babysit for "round two". We lined her up for 2 weeks from Saturday. Lets hope we make it a much less eventful evening for all!
I am so grateful that both girls took good care of my little guy because I think he was feeling a bit deja vu'ish himself and when we arrived home he was calmly waiting for me. Which is a big deal. Sick kids don't do well when Mommy isn't home. So these girls were good at keeping him calm. I don't know many people who would clean up such a "contagious/germy" mess but the babysitter's best friend did. When Jon handed them money for sitting for the hour we were gone, they baulked a little at taking it from him. We told them, that what they did in 1 hour was worth more money then we'd pay them for sitting for 4 hours! And not to be silly - take the money and run!
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