How's your tummy?

Todd's had a rough week-- constipated for nearly 3 days straight, and on the 2nd day, he awakened at night and threw up all over himself. Bits of whole food everywhere-- on his pajamas, his bedding, pillow, blanket, the floor... hey, at least I could see what he had for dinner, as I could easily make out the whole peas, carrots and chunks of chicken.

I had to peel him out of bed and drag him, at arms-length, into the shower, where I promptly hosed him off, struggling desperately not to upchuck myself at the smell of his vomit.

I asked him how his tummy was doing, and he brightly replied "Better! I spit up and now my tummy is all better!"

Next day Oma took him to the doctor's and got some medication. When I came home and checked in on him, and asked him how he was doing, he said "Better! I took medicine and now I'm better!"

Well, cheery responses are always a good sign of good health :-)

He's doing better today-- plenty of prune juice later, he finally cleared his system of some major poopie blockages :-D