DS2 has been sick this evening a total of eight times (so far) in three hours. I called NHS after the 6th time, but they said to soldier on and call back if it doesn’t settle and he shows signs of dehydration.
It’s been 35 minutes since the last vomit (although there isn’t anything left to come up). I’m hoping he’s going to get some proper sleep now.
It’s crossed my mind in the past that vomiting children might be enough to convince me not to have a third. But tonight, despite being on my own because DH is in India for work, having changed the cot bedding seven times, done three loads of washing and cleaned the sick off the cot, wall and floor, (and in the early part of the evening, DS1 was an enthusiastic audience to my chores, bouncing in his cot and singing Wee Willy Winky repeatedly), I’m not even close to thinking it’s a bad idea.
DS2 had his first visit to nursery yesterday, ready for my return to work on the 8th. 36 hours later he can’t keep anything down – I can’t prove it, but I know he picked up something while he was there. He’s supposed to be in for his first full day tomorrow, but that won’t be happening now.
Not that I am complaining (too much), as in most respects it is an excellent nursery, and DS1 has really enjoyed being there. However, it is a bit disconcerting that he got so violently sick so rapidly after going in.
Anyway, I am going to tentatively try to get some sleep, and hope that DS2 will rest now until morning.