We found ourselves running to the potty again. It's not for potty training this time. In fact, he has been doing great at that, actually. We are completely in underwear, except sleeping and traveling to the park. I cannot get him to drop the deuce* in the proper location, but that's common for two-year olds. I might have to invest in a good carpet cleaner, though.
Friday, around 5:30 Ollie started to throw up. He never had a fever, but you could tell he was feeling worse and worse the more he did. He was kind enough to warn us by coughing. So he would cough and then the closest parent would pick him up and run him to the bathroom.
Aaron went to the store for us to get the essentials: Sprite, Pedialyte, crackers, and soup. I was already cooking dinner, so I was juggling a sick child and my stove. I know, a great combination. We turned on a show for Ollie and he just wanted to be held. I kept telling him I wish I could just be sick instead of him.**
It reminded me of one of my first memories. My dad was having band practice. He's a drummer in an oldies cover band. I was running around dancing barefoot in my front yard and got stung by a dirtdobber. I still remember the pain from it. My mom put me on the couch, gave me a blanket, and turned on Barney. I immediately felt better.***
We brought Ollie his blanket and his eyes lit up. That kid has a love for that blanket. If it was a Velveteen rabbit, it would be real. It has a hole in it, that I have tried to mend, but he took out the stitches because he likes to stick his head through it and wear it like a poncho.
So Ollie was on the couch with his blanket, watching his show, drinking his Pedialyte. Of course, that's not a unique solution and so Aaron and I both double checked and called our respective mommies because that is also what you do when you are sick.
We put Ollie to bed later than usual and listened for anytime he coughed. One time Ollie coughed and Aaron rushed in there to bring him to the toilet. Ollie was so confused because it was just a cough and somehow he ended up in the bathroom next to the toilet when he was just in his bed.
Fortunately, Ollie wasn't sick for long. He woke up at the usual time and acted like nothing happened the night before.
*If you have a spare five minutes, google different ways to say defecate.
** It half-way worked. I got sick and he was still sick. I am way too much of an empath.
***Blanket burritos are great cures for a rough day.
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