You know how when your kid has a stomach virus and is constantly throwing up and every time he or she makes the barf noise, you feel the bile rise in your stomach and think you might puke yourself?
And sometimes, it’s so nauseating to listen to that you just have to leave the room?
Well, that used to happen to me. But now?
Not anymore! Barf away, I can handle all kinds of puking — loud, quiet, red, green, watery, chunky. You name it!
I used to have to cover my ears and not listen to it, or I’d be giving back that day’s lunch.
But now, I may wince, but otherwise, I am fine.
I think it has to do with the frequency of watching and listening to Little Dude puke.
He pukes a lot now. Like every three weeks to be exact.
In all fairness, the doctors and nurses do their best to try to control it with all kinds of anti-nausea meds. The drugs work while we are at the hospital. But once we get home, Little Dude refuses to take anymore pills and claims he’s fine. An hour later, he’s so NOT fine. And by that point, he’s way too nauseous to swallow anything, let alone a pill. Vicious cycle. Catch-22. Whatever you want to call it, it sucks. And I feel terrible for him.
He’s not the only kid going through treatment who has these troubles. Last week, when we were back at the hospital for the second consecutive day of treatment, there was puking in sense-around. Little Dude puked first. Then the boy in the stall next to him in the infusion room puked too. I’m not sure if it was a chain reaction or not, but when my son was finished, and I was wiping his mouth and holding his bucket of puke, he looked up at me and said in a whisper, “guess I’m not the only one having difficulties today, huh?”
No buddy, you’re not.
I’m just thankful I can sit there with him and kiss his forehead after and tell him it will all be okay — eventually. Until then, we’ve got our bucket ready and will handle it together.