Danny's fussy, wants his breakfast and some entertainment mummy-style. Jack woke up crying and padded into the bathroom looking miserable and sleepy. I said "go and get into mummy's bed, watch Noggin and I'll bring you some warm milk". I grab Danny out of his crib and put him in bed with Jack. I have a routine in the morning that's a bit nuts but it works for me and means I can get out the door with everyone fed and happy in about 1.5 hours.
As I'm in the middle of drying my hair, I hear an odd noise and turn just in time to see Jack leap up onto his knees and barf all over my bed. Many times. Thankfully he missed Danny, who was very quiet now and staring intently at his distressed brother.
There's not much you can do in these situations, other than comfort your child and repeat over and over "it's okay, it's okay" as you rub their back. I did call Craig and we organised a day of work and Jack-sitting between us. Once again, for the 1000th time this year, I thanked God that I have a partner to share this with.
Now it's 1pm and my shift at home with the little fella. He's still got a temperature and looks fed-up. The Docs told me there's a virus "going round" and to keep an eye of him. Feed him crackers and iced water. They've told me that the last 3 times I've rung them. It's a standard response I suppose, to deter mums from running into the practice every time their kid looks pale.
His dad made him homemade chicken soup but he doesn't want any. And he fell asleep on the couch. I know my son is sick if he falls asleep on the couch. He doesn't normally sleep anywhere, anytime for anybody!
It's time to go & sit with him and cuddle up I think.