Saturday, June 4, 2011
This was Owen Saturday night. I should have know that the burps I was hearing while we snuggled together watching his favorite show (SuperReaders) were a sign of what was coming....
Five minutes later he puked. YUCK. We scooped him up and put a big orange towel under him and a big bowl next to him while we quickly cleaned up the purple mess (thanks to the blueberries he had as a late morning snack). Luckily, our Bissell Spot lifter was able to get it all up.
We called the doctor and she said to wait an hour, give him Tylenol, then give him a teaspoon of water every 5 minutes for the next half hour to see if he tolerated it. He did fine and even asked to go to bed around 9:45. Poor guy.