Sick Little Boy

Two weeks ago, we had a sick little boy... It was Thursday, he was in a great mood all day. And then, after nap-time, he wanted to be close to me, as close as he could. He's always been one to who loves to cuddle, but not quite that much. I didn't think too much of it, everyone likes a little extra attention now and then, right?

Then dinner came. We all sat down to eat. We prayed. And normal Nathan would have dug in the moment we said "Amen" - but not that night.. Nathan just sat there, frozen. He had a serious look on his face - the look that we expected to turn into a laugh... or a cry. But he just kept staring at nothing. And then up it came... vomit. And no, you can't blame it on my cooking since he hadn't even taken a bite yet! :P

I felt terrible for him - that I hadn't realized his need to cuddle with me was a sign of him getting sick. And I felt terrible that he was throwing up - there's nothing more miserable than that feeling!

I gave Nathan a bath, and then we snuggled on the couch. All Nathan wanted to do was sit close to me, snuggled up against me. Daddy was home - and he only wanted Mommy. Aww!! He must be sick!

I managed to pull him away for a while, traded myself for his Daddy so I could go grocery shopping and get him some pedialyte & saltines. While I was out, Jacob got to clean up more vomit... poor Nathan! Poor Jacob, too - he's cleaned up more than his fair share of vomit during our marriage (ask me about the monster amounts I let loose when I was in labor with Faith... oh, thank goodness for hardwood floors and self-less husbands!!)

When I got home from shopping, we made sure Nathan could keep down a few saltines before putting him to bed. I laid him on his bed, propped up his head with his pillow and giant stuffed cow, put his teddy under one arm and his stuffed dog under the other, read him a story, kissed him goodnight, and left the room. I checked on him ten miuntes later - he was sound asleep, still in the exact same position I left him in. So cute and cuddly, I just wanted to crawl in bed with him - but he needed to sleep.

Friday morning everyone slept in. At 8am, I woke, surprised Nathan hadn't come in the room and Faith wasn't crying. The house was quiet. It was almost worrisome! When I left my bedroom I found this...

Nathan had gotten out of bed, crawled to our bedroom (which is next to the kitchen), with his pillow, teddy & dog. He was sound asleep - half in the kitchen, half outside our bedroom door. Aww!

I took Nathan to the doctor's on Friday and after a few quick tests, learned he was fine. It must have been a stomach bug. By Friday afternoon he was back to his normal self - enjoying food, making us laugh, and running around like the wild toddler he is :)

Thank you, God, that he's better! And that no one else in the family has caught what he had!