Last night, The Boy woke up at 11:30 and sprinted for the bathroom - and didn't quite make it in time. Poor thing had an awful stomach incident.
Everybody has belly issues like this one, but - if you've been reading my blog - you know that his tend to be special. I guess, as a cancer survivor, we're always to go respond a little differently and a little more thoroughly than we do for the others. Not that we're lax with 2 and 3; just that a belly issue is regarded as an annoyance instead of an issue of concern.
Flashback, 2013: belly issues lead to a four day hospitalization, which happened right around the contest weekend for my chorus. That was no fun at all.
The Wife let me know via text message. While it was an item of concern, she didn't feel it was important enough that I needed to get home at 3:30am. But, this morning, instead of watching a Dale Syverson coaching session, I went home to care for The Boy.
Fortunately, it seems to have been a one-off thing so far: just the result, maybe, of too many sweets at a birthday party. Still, we'll watch him carefully for a few days.
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