Last Thursday, my son suddenly started throwing up. So I cancelled his care, called in that I wouldn't be at work that day, and hunkered down to look after him. And he got worse, and worse, and worse, throwing up everything and I mean everything. Diluted juice, water, breastmilk- nup, down it went and up it came. I got so worried that we managed to get into the doctor's, who was very reassuring and told me to keep an eye on him and bring him back tomorrow, and that I was actually getting more liquid into him than I'd thought.
(he threw up as I was trying to pay the dr's bill, I think that was number 8. The staff were very understanding)
After twelve vomits, ranging from breakfast to neat stomach bile (bright yellow!) he filled his nappy. And the contents of said nappy revealed everything; it was a 1:1 mixture of diarrhea and.....
He'd eaten enough sand to clog himself up! No wonder he was sick!
That cleanup was the worst thing about that whole day; I've now been a mother for 7 years and that's the only bodily effusion that made me gag. It took ages to get it out of the carpet. I used hot water and soap and carpet cleaner and hot water again and finally put an inch thick layer of bicarb soda on it, which took the smell away. Poor Toddler Budgie's bottom was not a nice sight; diarrhea is bad enough, but mixed with sand! I gave up on the soothing cream and took him into the shower. Which I disinfected afterwards.
May I never ever have another day like that...