All was going as usual for the evening - Saxon played, ate normally, and appeared to be his everyday two-year old self (which includes challenging my requests for bedtime).
It was a little after ten pm, and daddy had already fallen asleep on the couch. So, I insisted Saxon get into his own bed, and try to sleep. He quietly complained, but went, and I followed him in. I got into bed with him, which is our normal routine, and cuddled up close to my little boy. (I love laying next to him as he falls asleep because he reaches out and touches my face and generally acts so sweet.)
Just as he seemed ready to sleep, he said, "mama," and then gagged and barfed all over my face and himself! I jumped out of bed and stood stunned for a moment, as the vomit dripped off of me, and poor Saxon started to cry. He wretched again, and I grabbed him and we ran to the bathroom where he got sick into the bowl - thank goodness. In an instant, I had him in the bathtub, and was changing my clothes and cleaning myself up. The bed was easy to clean up, and within 10 minutes Saxon seemed happy and unphased by what just happened. He was asleep about 20 minutes later.
So, I opted to keep him home from the gym today, just to be on the safe side. But, I am sure whatever caused him to get sick last night was a fluke, as he has no symptoms of sickness today. We took a dog-walk along the river and Saxon ran his heart out.
I am sad that I missed kickboxing and Body Pump though. :-(
We'll be back at it again tomorrow. And I hope to be free and clear of any toddler bodily fluids this evening too.
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