Poor McIver! He was up ALL night last night with some sort of stomach bug. We all went to bed early last night (I was even asleep by about 9:30), so it felt like it was the middle of the night the first time he came into our room. I asked Will to take care of things (thinking McIver just needed to go to the bathroom) because I had been to a weight-lifting class at the gym on Tuesday and could barely move! So, Will helped McIver to the bathroom and back to bed.
McIver started screaming for me about 45 minutes later and before I could even get out of bed, Will was with him and I heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. Poor thing! It was just pitiful - he would call out for me, I would hobble down the hall to be with him, then get him settled back in bed and it happened at least 7 or 8 times until about 3am. ... or so I thought.
I got up at 6am and heard Olivia go into their bathroom. She came to tell me that McIver was in the bathroom - asleep, on the bathmat, in the fetal position, with no pants on. So, at some point, he felt it coming again, but I was either too sound asleep to hear him call for me or he decided that I wasn't all that helpful to his plight after all. I'm embarrassed to admit, the first thing I wondered when I saw him was whether or not to get the camera. But, he's far too young to have documentation of this sort of state. He'll have to wait for friends to do that to him in college, I guess.
*Update* -- McIver didn't seem to feel bad today other than being tired. We watched a few videos, read a bunch of books (Thanks, Gay!! He LOVES his new Superhero ABC book - especially the ' V' hero!) and played with some birthday toys. After we picked Olivia up from school, we unloaded and began afternoon activities. When I walked in McIver's room, this is what I found...
... at 3:30 in the afternoon! He's still there and who knows if he'll wake up for dinner. I just don't have the heart to wake him up after the night he had!