After an insanely uncomfortable night’s sleep on our dilapidated couch, I woke to Emmett feeling much better. He had a really difficult night and ended up puking.
Emmett finally fell asleep on the recliner and I passed out shortly after he did.
He’s feeling much better but I’m having him take it easy just in case. I’m really hoping last nights stomach issues were simply something he ate. This poor kid can’t catch a break but he’s feeling better and that’s something.
Poor kid. Henry had nausea issues throughout his childhood. He’d get sick around 10 pm, and end up vomiting off and on until around 6 am. Didn’t happen during the day. He finally hit a point where he stopped getting me up, and also his nausea spells went away. (It’s possible those were connected to his later diagnosis of fibromyalgia.)
I used to call it sick bay with my son. I’m so sorry for all of you