Okay, Jude is over the flu but now has an upset stomach. Last night, he vomited all over his bed, the wall, all over me, and all over the bathroom. It wasn't projectile vomit, but it was still nasty. Our whole apartment smelled like rotten milk and stomach acid.
Because he felt so bad and his bed sheets were in the washer, we aired up his little Winnie the Pooh air mattress and let him sleep next to our bed. I figured if he hurled again, at least it would get on the air mattress and would be easier to clean up. Luckily, he slept through the night without puking again.
Wow! What a Christmas! First, Swine Flu and now this! Geesh! There's never a dull moment in Weenie's world!