At some point every day, for the past week or so, my son says "I'm going to throw up." And then he doesn't. Or at least, he hasn't yet. Last weekend though, we were in Toys R Us, just he and I, and he started spitting and turning pale and then said it. I put the toys down and told him to follow me to the bathroom. I really thought this was it and was trying to think it through... if he did v*, I couldn't be in the stall with him. Could I run out and get someone who worked there to help, etc... Then he said, "it's stinky in here. I wanna go out." And was like, "but how is your tummy?" And he said, "it's better... I'm not gonna throw up." WHAT THE HELL??? My hands were shaking and I thought I was going to pass out.
I've been a wreck ever since. And I'm afraid to be alone with him. The anticipatory anxiety is off the charts... even though I'm pretty sure he won't actually throw up... I can't stop thinking about it.
And I'm traveling alone with him in 2 weeks. I know it's crazy, but I'm afraid of my own kid.