Taking care of Mommy...

I woke up feeling extremely ill around 4am this morning. I was quite nauseous and made several runs to the bathroom. At 7am, hoping the sickness had passed, I helped my kids get ready for daycare. But, soon I ended up bent over the toilet again. My two-year-old son had never seen someone throwing up before. He found it fascinating. My daughter put on her mommy hat and patted me on the back. Though I didn't care much for an audience, I was too weak to scoot my kids out of the bathroom. My son continued to watch me heaving. He cocked his head to one side and kept asking, "Mom-my? Mom-my?" With his limited vocabulary, I didn't know if he was trying to ask if I was alright or what I was doing?