Taking the Scenic Route

He has some sort of stomach thing going on tonight.  This evening, about a half an hour before bed, he walked downstairs where I was with Zora, and puked all over the place.  I managed to grab a plastic box to catch the last of it, but most of it was all over the stairs and landing.  Zach was just finishing up a “bath to relax” (that didn’t work out so well) and the tub still had warm water in it, so we just took him over to that tub and washed him off.  He has spent the evening on the couch, except for standing up in panic when he is either about to puke or, as the most recent development, when we got to him in time and were holding the box under his mouth to catch the puke, he had explosive runs.  Wrong end.  Poor guy.  As we were asking if he needed to puke (and following him with the box, that he kept dodging) he kept saying “no! no! and crying.  Finally, as it was too late to do anything, he said “Diaper!, diaper!” in tears. 

We got him to the toilet post-problem, to see if he needed to finish up (no such luck) and told him how proud we were of him that he got up so it wasn’t as messy and was able to tell us.  It was a pretty miserable situation, but he at least recognized what was going on, even if he couldn’t get the words from his brain to his mouth in time. 

I just feel so bad for him.  He is so miserable.  He tried so hard to let us know something was going on but wasn’t able to, but he tried.  I wish this were easier for him.  It just breaks my heart.

On the other end of the spectrum, we have Zora, who was pointing at Zane behind me when he came downstairs, with the weirdest look on her face.  I turned around to see Zane puking.  As I was gently leading him to the tub (downstairs), I looked back to make sure Zora wasn’t playing in the resulting mess to see her pretending to “puke” into the box.  If there could be anything funny in the midst of this, that was it.