The One With All The Throw Up

This Portland trip was a little crazy, it's probably easiest to just start from the beginning.

We were taking both my brother, Bryson, and Parker up to visit Eric's Dad, Denny, to get dental work done. Parker got his teeth really early (like two months, and had the entire set by seven months old) and I guess that can cause a problem with decay, so his front top teeth were looking pretty ragged. And Bryson, well let's just say he spent a few days in the chair (32 cavities).

Anyways, so Bryson came and spent the night Wednesday so we could leave super early Thursday morning. That morning Parker comes into our room and keeps telling us his throat hurts - this is the UNIVERSAL sign of him about ready to throw up. We keep holding him over the toilet, but he just never does throw up, and by the time we are ready to leave he says he is better and we stop worrying about it.

A few miles before Ontario Parker starts making funny noises. I looked at him and say, "Are you gonna throw up?" and right then he does that weird curl of the spine where you can almost watch as the food travels from his stomach, up through his esophagus and out his mouth, where I just so happened to get his blankie in just enough time to catch the throw up.

Now I have seen some pretty nasty things. Clinicals in old folks homes, ER rooms, the works. But honestly, there is nothing worse than Parker's throw up this time. Most people throw up and it's little chunks of food mixed in with LARGE amounts of bile and stomach acid.This was like a fur ball. I mean it was solid whole fries, compacted together and glued with mucus. It was disgusting . . . . . and my truly horrible description doesn't even do it justice.

So we pull over to the side of the road, try and smack out all the french fries in the blanket on the ground, get him a change of clothes from the back, and get on our way.

Just outside of Pendleton . . .. . BLECH!!!!! All over his blankie again, all down his clean clothes again. I felt so bad for the little kid. It was terrible.

Got him all cleaned up again, and finally made it into Hood River. We went with Denny to get some Subway where all Parker had was Apple Juice - we felt this was safe.

We went to the dental office where Denny started working on Bryson, and fairly soon it became apparent that we could not stay at the office with both of our kids doing nothing. So we drove around Hood River, which doesn't take too long. We drove by the house Eric lived in when he was a baby, we drove by some pretty crazy houses (pictures to come later) and the whole time Parker was in his car seat throwing up pure apple juice (only ten times the amount he actually had) into ziploc bags, because there was nothing else for him to throw up in.

As much as I didn't want to leave Bryson at the dental office by himself, I understand not wanting to be left in a place where you don't know anyone, we ended up leaving him.

We walked into Denny and Kellie's hoping to get the kids in the bathtub to help them feel better. Parker was obviously sick, and Preslie hadn't looked amazing for a few days. We put Parker in the tub and literally two seconds later all hell broke loose out of the back end.

Without getting too descriptive, I just have to say - I have seen fountains come out of people's mouths when they are throwing up. I have never seen a fountain come out the back end . . . . again . . . and again . . . . and again. It's a good thing we got Preslie out or else we never woudl have found her.

Luckily Parker seemed to get over his 24 hour flu bug in about 24 hours. On Friday Parker was great, and back to his normal self. Preslie however was a different story . . . . . and that is a separate blog.