Puke. I. HATE. puke. I don’t know anyone who likes or enjoys it. I hate saying the word or even thinking it could be a possibility of not feeling well…
Surprisingly, when I am at school I handle it “ok”. My students tell me their belly hurts and I just ask them to try the bathroom or get a drink if they think they may need one. That it’s. Done. Fini. Usually, they don’t complain about it again or eating lunch helps them feel better.
My own kids is a different story. The minute they say “my tummy hurts”, I start to panic. Oh no! They are going to throw up. I go into instant sick mode myself. I make myself worry over something that could be as simple as just needing to go to the bathroom. Why do I work myself up to the point where I feel sick!?
I have tried to figure out why I react so differently with my kids. It isn’t because I don’t care about my students and if they are sick or not. But the only explanation I can come up with is that I don’t have to clean it up and therefore, my chances are not high of catching it?
Bless my husband. He knows I can’t handle it and will step in immediately. If one of my kids talks about a tummy ache I sleep in my son’s room. HAHA. The only stipulation is that I have to get Kenzie to sleep because if I am home she won’t sleep without me next to her, which I really don’t mind.
I hope to one day overcome my “fear” of throw-up, puke, up-chucking. Whatever it is called. Until then, I will work on my breathing to calm my fears when I hear, “uh oh, Mom. I don’t feel well…”