Just a quickie tonight..I'm exhausted.
Because Cuy was sick last night.
My poor baby boy barfed in his bed twice and he was happy to just sit in it.
God it broke my heart.
We heard him awake at midnight, just happy, chittering away. Sean went to turn his light off and called me in. I was expecting poo smeared everywhere. But there were 2 piles of puke on his pillows.
Major props to Sean again. He stayed up with Cuy all night - poor baby finally fell asleep at 3am. But woke up at 8am as miserable as hell.
He didn't puke after that, but was miserable for about an hour. Then, like someone flipped a switch - he was great. Happy. Chattering. Laughing.
And it was just me and Cuy all day. Cam was at a friends house then to the out-laws for supper. It was just so nice to spend the whole entire day with him happy. I felt like we bonded more.
But I also kept thinking about how sad it made me that he couldn't communicate to me what hurt him. What was feeling sick. Or that he even puked.
And he is one of those kids who just doesn't throw up. I can't remember the last time he did throw up. And it scared me because I didn't know what to do for him.
Cam has been able to tell us everything since he was about 18mos old. It's often a struggle to figure out my baby boy. And I hate that. It makes me feel incompetent.
But anyways...he's better and we hope that we all sleep better tonight.

JOB UPDATE:
I only have to go next Thursday from 5:30-7:30 and the 20th of January all day.
I'm excited to get started!!!
You cannot imagine my relief that I don't have to rearrange other peoples lives to get care for him for those 2 weeks (even tho my incredible husband said he'd take a weeks holiday if we were totally in a jam)!!!