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We’ve had a poorly little toddler on our hands today

Last night upon leaving my mum’s, we got a quarter of the way home when he started making choking noises in the back. There is nothing more scary and thankfully I was down a road where I could do an emergency pull over. Upon stopping the car, I turned around just in time to see my boy projectile vomit everywhere. Jumping out of the car, I realised I had no tissue or wipes…disaster! I had to leave my poor boy covered in sick for the remainder of the journey home.

This has happened before, when he has a cold and he gets a build up in his throat, he sometimes vomits, so this is what I put it down too as he seemed otherwise fine.

Upon getting home, the other half had a bath run so I stripped Zach down and cleaned him up while the other half cleaned the car up – not easy in the dark! Zach went off to sleep easy enough and seemed ok.

Fast forward to this afternoon, after a lovely few hours out meeting a couple of mummy friends for coffee/lunch, we were in the car when I heard the now familiar noise. We were stuck in traffic and not moving so I turned round and he looked panicked and was asking for a cuddle. Within seconds he was once again projectile vomiting. I could do nothing, there was nowhere to pull over and once he’d got it all out he was ok like the previous night and thankfully this time I had a pack of wipes! So while stuck in traffic, having to move every few minutes, I was doing a clean up job over in the back!

At this point I thought something might be up, one projectile happens but two is dodgy.

When we got home, clean up operation was on again. The other half got him changed while I did a proper clean of the car and then we sat down and chilled for a while. The problem with Zach is that he finds it impossible to sit down and chill so he was still wandering around attempting to play! He decided he was hungry and so we gave him a pancake (of the kingsmill packet kind), thinking it was light and breaddy so would hopefully stay down. Wrong! It wasn’t long before the next projectile happened.

I told the other half that I didn’t think Zach should have dinner we had planned but agreed that we should try something (the nhs website did say to still feed), so we just cooked him up a couple of potato waffles. He ate them whilst sat cuddled up with daddy and then it wasn’t long before he looked well and truly ready for bed so we got him ready and took him up. I was just getting him to sleep, the other half was sneaking off downstairs when I heard that all too familiar noise and suddenly more projectile, all over his pyjamas and bedding. Cue operation clean up and bedding change. Bless his little cottons because once everything was sorted I said to him, come give mummy cuddle and he came over and said sorry mummy! I very quickly told him he had nothing to be sorry about.

He’s now been asleep for a few hours but keeps stirring. I can’t take my eyes off the monitor and if I had a spare mattress, I would be spending the night sleeping next to him.

My poorly little boy clearly can’t keep anything down at the moment and was feeling very sorry for himself. I hate it when he’s ill

Tags: Parenting, sick, Toddler, Poorly