This morning at 5am, Mac woke up vomiting.
I hate vomit.
Mine, his, yours, anybody's.
Really there's just something about somebody else vomiting that makes me want to participate. And I really don't have that reaction to too many other bodily functions. You know what I'm saying?
So we had some vomit, we had some lounging on the couch, we had some chicken noodle soup which came back up, we had some more lounging, and finally we turned the corner and my boy felt better.
For a healthy child which I must never take for granted, I am truly thankful.
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