We'd just finished eating our meal, and we were waiting on dessert. Just as the server started to put our ice cream and cake on the table, I saw a little movement from him and knew what was next. But there was no way I could pick him up in time. He started vomiting everywhere. I grabbed a napkin and tried to do what I could without making a huge scene. But let's get real. Everyone sitting around us in Cracker Barrel knew that this kid was puking everywhere. I waited for it to stop coming out of his nose. The poor little guy was gagging so. And I grabbed him up and headed for the door. I knew it wasn't over. I could tell by the way he was breathing there was more to come. I almost (and almost being the most important word in this sentence) made it out the door.
Once I started laughing he stopped saying 'uh oh, uh oh'. But when he saw my purse, and especially my wallet, he got a little upset. I heard 'On momma. On momma'. I looked where he was pointing, and saw that my wallet with my license picture was covered in fresh puke. Sigh. I told him it was ok, and started stripping off his clothes. Thankfully his extra set of clothes were shielded by my iPhone and wallet so they were fairly clean.
Poor Hubby had to stay behind and pay for our meal. When he came out, I asked him how bad it was in there. He said pretty bad. People were saying yuck, yuck and they had to rope off the entry way. I felt so bad. And I know people thought that I brought my sick kid out to eat. That was his only time puking. He was fine on the way home, after we got home, and the next day. We must have let him have too much milk.
Hubby did have a to go box with him when he walked out. He made sure they boxed up my cake and ice cream. He knew I was going to need it later. I was soaked through and through with puke. I stripped off my shirt and rode home in a sports bra and shorts with puke bits all over me. When we were half way home, as the puke smell had permeated the truck, I looked over at hubby and said "Happy Father's Day". :) We couldn't help but laugh as my hair soaked with puke hung in clumps around my race. I remember thinking that I am truly a Mom, being soaked in your kid's body fluids, and your first thought is 'Is he ok?'
We are really hoping this is our first and LAST public puking.
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