Because it’s always something.
Our latest challenge involves vomiting. Rhema’s been known to gag on her food and then throw up. She used to do this every once in a while. A couple months ago she ramped up to once a week. Now it’s happening almost every day. And I must say, my girl puts the projectile in projectile vomit.
The worst was when it happened at a friend’s birthday party a few weeks ago. They had just finished singing Happy Birthday and were ready to pass out the cake when Rhema tossed her cookies… and the fifty cheese balls and fruit punch she had just consumed.
She recently went to the doctor – she’s not sick. It doesn’t appear to be seizure related. It’s reminiscent of her feeding disorder days, and we’re trying to make her eat slowly and cut up her food into small portions. I’m also trying to determine if certain types of foods or textures are causing her to gag. No clear answers yet.
In the meantime we’ve been doing lots and lots of cleaning.
Last night we all sat down to dinner and said grace. Not 2 minutes after we said Amen, Rhema gagged and hurled, covering our plates and the whole table in a vibrant spew. For a moment we didn’t move. And then B and I, because by now we have definitely lost our minds, burst out laughing. (I really hope I lost 10 lbs because I didn’t eat last night).
I thought we’d found and cleaned it all, but today at work when I dug in my purse I discovered a massive amount of day-old pink puke. Sniff. My girl is always with me!
We *are* trying to keep a sense of humor about it, we are talking to her doctors and seeking advice and hoping that soon “this too shall pass.”