The bright side of vomit
The other night Irene and I were relaxing after dinner, watching the last episode ever of Rome (sigh), when we heard Mallory wake and start to cry.
I went to her room to comfort her – falling off the mattress was our top theory – in this unusual event.
When I got there, though, I could smell vomit. I turned on the light and lo and behold, Mallory had thrown up. I picked her up, calmed her down, and started taking off the sheets.
She didn’t appear to have any other symptoms, and she was very keen to get back to sleep.
Irene and I figured it was due to an overdose of cookies at a party we’d been at that evening. But we weren’t sure.
So after we changed sheets, pyjamas and sweater, Mallory and I settled down. She was a sack of baby but still restless.
“Did your tummy hurt?” I asked her.
“Yes.”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Good.”
I was floored. No need for a thermometer, endless consultations with books and what not. Want to know how the kid’s feeling? Just ask.
“Good night then.”
“Night.”
December 25th, 2007 at 9:53 pm
Isn’t language great?