Well, my worst nightmare is happening now. [img]smileys/smilies_03.gif[/img]
The only thing I can be thankful for is all that he has had this morning is juice. He was s* before he actually ate anything so all he is bringing up is juice.
He got up at 6am. My daughter got up at 6.30am. I brought them downstairs. My son said he was starving and wanted breakfast. I told him I would do him something after I had given his sister her breakfast and bottle. (She is 9 months.) After her breakfast I made him his ham sandwich that he wanted. He said he didn't want it. That it would make him s*. I thought "here we go". I asked him if he wanted sweets and he said "no, don't like them". Normally he asks for them all day. He went into his playroom and then I heard him do 'it'. Twice in the kitchen and once in the hall way. Luckily we have a friend staying so he went to my son while I ran upstairs and got my other half out of bed. They dealt with him while I went to the garage to get the mop and bucket. I did manage to clean it up as it was just juice. No smell and no lumps!!! Sorry to be graphic.
About an hour after I was upstairs with my daughter and my son came upstairs and was clinging to my dressing gown. He looked ill. I asked him if he felt s* and he went into the bathroom. He stood at the toilet. I shouted for my other half to come up and I went in my daughters room and shut the door. I could hear him being s* and my other half talking to him.
He had a bought of d* about 1.30 pm. That I coped with. Not a problem for me.
It's now nearly 4pm and my son has been crying where he is so hungry so I have given him a slice of dry toast. He has also had boiled water and touch wood he seems okay. Hopefully that is that and this bloody bug is gone.
I feel such a useless mother. I wanted to be able to be with him when he v* but I just can't. I freeze or run. My kids would be better off without me here if I am no good to them.
My other half is home today to cope withour son as I cant do anything for him.
I'm going now as my daughter is crying and it's her dinner time.
I will let you know how I get on with my son tonight.