Early on in our married life Kramer and I made an agreement. I would take care of the poop diapers and he would take care of the puked. I’m okay with puke nowadays but back then as a new parent, puke would get the best of me. I’d find myself gagging and almost to the point of sympathy puking.
I was happy with the agreement that my husband would take care of the puke if I took care of the poopy diapers. Granted, my responsibility happened more often but at least I didn’t have to take care of puke.
I can remember one night when our youngest, Kalissa, 6 years old at the time, came into our bedroom in the middle of the night and said my tummy hurts and then the dreaded hurl of puke hit the floor. I vividly remember poking Kramer in the ribs with my elbow and saying, “Remember you do puke.” I rolled over and went back to sleep. He got up and took care of it.
Poop is more often but puke lasts a lot longer and that night I was so happy for all the poopy diapers I had changed to not have to get up in the night and deal with puke.
Well, this all came to the forefront of my mind Saturday morning….
I have Scotty and Lucy here. Thursday night Scotty said his tummy hurt. I wasn’t really surprised. Some kids do that when they are a little homesick and he’d been at my house for two days at that point.
It was just before bedtime when he said…also a classic time for kids who don’t want to go to bed to say that.
So I didn’t think anything of it until 5:45am and Scotty woke me up and said his tummy hurt. We ran to the bathroom…him retching. Me praying we made it.
Happily, prayers answered, he made it to the toilet.
Here he is camped out on the couch covered by my Criss Cross Applesauce quilt….blankie and kitty and bucket in tow.
I decided to set up camp on the couch next to him, close enough to help if he needs something but not to close to “get it”.
As I sat and stitched I couldn’t help but think that it’s not me that supposed to deal with the family puking…it’s Kramer that supposed to. We made a deal. Sadly that deal broke when he passed away last June.
All in all, I think it was a pretty good deal…the puke and poopy diaper deal. For the most part up until today, I was really happy with it. I always felt like I had won the deal with not having to deal with the puke…but I’m going to not dwell on it all and just be thankful we made it to the toilet!! Maybe that was the work of a guardian angel.
So our cousin plans for the day are off…looks like it will couch time and stitching time…that’s okay. We could use a laid back day. Hopefully, this is short-lived and Scotty feels better soon.