I spoke too soon.
The boy was a trooper yesterday. I think our final Popsicle count for yesterday was either 11 or 12. He even tried to eat (demanded really) fettucini with spaghetti sauce. I drew the line at meatballs. I said no way.
That is when it all went downhill.
I don’t know which term is more appropriate vomit or regurgitation. Either way it was ugly.
So far today I have spent most of my time either trying to convince him that the painkillers will make him feel better or just rocking with him in the recliner.
Thankfully my Mom is here and she never seems to get tired of reading book out loud, even the Dora the Explorer books that are mind-numbingly repetitive.