What’s worse than being sick? How about getting sick on your fourth birthday! My poor little son, Nathan, got the flu a few days ago. Have you ever been sick on an important day? Isn’t it the worst! Listen up, because it’s time for story time.
“Hooray, hooray! Tomorrow’s your big day,” I told my son, Nathan. He was all smiles when he went to bed Thursday night, because on Friday, Nathan turned four.
At two in the morning, we heard Nathan calling from his bedroom. “Mommy, Daddy. My tummy hurts,” he whined. My wife and I both got up and stumbled to his room. When I opened the door, a vile odor wafted in the air. The smell of stomach acid puke assailed my nostrils. My wife, Lisa, flipped on the lights, and there was poor Nathan, face pale as a ghost was sitting up in his bed. Vomit covered his pillow, and some of it was sticking in his hair.
We did our best to clean it up at two in the morning. Lisa took care of the soiled linens, while I washed chunks out of Nathan’s hair. My stomach held strong, but I could hear Lisa gagging in the laundry room.
On Nathan’s birthday, I sat with him and watched little kid’s TV shows. Jake and the Neverland Pirates was his personal favorite, but I snuck in a few episodes of Wild Kratts. Nathan was dejected when we didn’t let him make birthday brownies though. He kept asking, “Now can we make brownies, Dad?”
I kept explaining that we couldn’t because his stomach might not be ready for that type of food yet. Nathan did perk up after a nap, and the whole family had a good time in the evening with him as we opened up presents.
Don’t feel too bad for Nathan. The big party for him was on Saturday, and he was feeling much better by then. His stomach is back to normal as he ate multiple brownies, cupcakes, and a piece of DQ ice cream cake during the course of the party.
Do you have any Birthday sadness to share? Let me know in the comments!