It's 100 times worse when the kid is sick

I'm sitting in Charlie's dark bedroom, on the spare twin mattress we threw on the floor so I wouldn't throw out my back when he needed me in the middle of the night, listening to my son whimper in his sleep.

He's so sick. Monday it seemed like a cold, maybe pink eye. Tuesday, all the cold symptoms disappeared, just to be replaced with consistent puking. He started at 6 this morning, and kept at it throughout the day, capping things off with a huge horking session just before bedtime. He's been asleep for about 1 and 1/2 hours and hopefully, the puking is over. I am pessimistic though and will be on this twin mattress on the floor until morning.

My morning sickness is just about wrapping up, at 17 weeks. Now, my kid's got it. As miserable as I was, I would take it all back just so he didn't have to suffer now. He's only 4. He doesn't understand.

In between bouts, he said, "Mommy, help me throw up now so I don't do it later." I wish I could just take it all away, kid.