Today my oldest is sick. No free day for this Mom. I debated if my fever free pre-schooler really needed to stay home today. Then he napped. That was a huge sign for me.
So we took the now better toddler to school and I carried my 300 ton pre-schooler back to our apartment.
The entire walk, I kept having flashbacks of the last time he was actually sick. I had sent him into school when I was torn. He was kind of cranky, maybe fever-ish, but had no real symptoms. He didn't even complain about going!
A few hours later he had a fever at school. It spiked on the walk home and he had a grand mal seizure in the stroller (that is until I got him out and laid him on the ground). Of course I had forgotten my cell phone, had no money on me at the time, and was alone with both him and my then 1 yr old.
It was an interesting day.
I was thinking all about that day during the short walk home. I now always keep either one of the boys home when in doubt.
We finally arrived home and crossed the threshold of our apartment.
I put my 4 year old down. He promptly grunted and vomited 3 times right in front of the door.
I had never been happier to see vomit. A tummy bug, something totally different from last time.
Now if you excuse me, I have the urge to go mop the floor again.
By the way, he's feeling much better now.