I guess Ian barfed twice today. I mean really barfed. First was all over the kitchen floor, and the next was in his bed when he was sleeping. It seems he's doing better, just way tired. Of course, everything got super busy here at work, but I'm hoping to get to his appointment or just be home for any other incidents. Jackie's got 4 weeks left till Alexis, so I bet it's hard on her as well.
The one where he barfed in his bed has me the most worried. I mean, could he choke on his vomit and die ala Hendrix? I'm guessing that he just picked something up and ate it and now he's paying the price. I know I did that as a kid, and I do remember a few trips to the toilet (and ER) because I ate something I shouldn't have. Hopefully everything is ok...