No fun. Poor guy. I hate to see him so sick.
He's thrown up four times, twice on me, twice while he was sleeping. After three baths, lots of cuddles, and many changes of clothing, we decided to get some fresh air. He decided to pick out his outfit. Choo choo pajamas, striped fleece, mohawk hat, new shoes...and the bear socks. We were styling. I decided to join him in walking around the block in pajamas. All my comfy pants were already dirty.
The fresh air helped. He had a good couple of hours watching Mickey Mouse Club and smiling. Then he threw up again. Poor guy.
I hate it when my baby is sick :(
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