Wait..no..I don't do vomit

One of the boys, named Jeremias, had a growing lump under his chin for about a week. It wasn't getting any better so the doctors decided that they would cut into it to see if they could get anything out and to try to figure out what was going on.

They gave him a shot to put him to sleep and worked on his little body. I waited in the waiting room until they were finished with the procedure. Once it was over the doctor came out and asked me to wait with him as he was waking up. She said sometimes they are a little disoriented or sometimes they can be a little nauseous.

I conjured up my most motherly skills and went into the room. I rubbed his back and hummed him a song as he tried to orient himself and his surroundings. His eyes were dialated and hazy as he  looked at me half asleep.

Sometimes he would say, "Vamanos" or "y Isaisas? y Jelsing?". He wanted to leave and wanted to know where his brothers were. I told him we couldn't leave just yet and that his brothers were waiting for him. This was not a sufficient answer for him and he tried to sit up a little to show me that he was ready to go, but before he got to his feet he started to throw up. I had to leave the room! I don't have this motherly gifting yet! I think you get that when you have your own kids. My gag reflexes started to kick in and I too would have been right next to him throwing up if I hadn't left. I called for the doctor who was in the other room and said, "I'm so sorry I can't be with him right now...or we will have to clean up two peoples throw up." She laughed, saying my face was priceless as she went into the room to move him to a clean bed. After I took a few deep breaths I returned to try to comfort him. "Good thing that's over," I thought, "He doesn't have anything left in his  tummy i think I can manage it from here." It wasn't 5 minutes later that it started all over again. This time I was determined I would suck it up and be there for him. I tried telling him he was ok and rubbed his back. Holding my breath I moved the sheets from the previous bed that were still full of throw up, put down a new sheet and gave him a clean place to try to rest. When the doctor returned she congratulated me for making in through this time and I must admit that I was kind of proud of myself as well.

"Vamanos". He repeated over and over. I couldn't have agreed with him more but unfortunately he wouldn't be going home tonight.