The Pukes

Melina has had a bad case of the pukes lately. About four days ago she threw up once; I didn't think much about it. The next day she drank about a gallon of orange juice, ran around screaming for a while, then barfed it all up in the Fred Meyer parking lot. I really didn't think that much about that either, since the huge amount of OJ seemed to be the culprit. Well, the next day she threw up three times in the morning while I was at work, and actually fell asleep on the stairs, which is unheard of. I came home and spent the rest of the day with her alternately sleeping on my chest and throwing up. We went to the doctor yesterday and she seemed a lot better, only tossing it twice in the morning. That was the last time she puked... until this evening. We decided to go out to dinner - luckily to a loud, dark pub. Melina was happily sucking down milk and french fries when suddenly she seemed to get something stuck in her throat. She looked surprised for a second and then launched a white tide of barf onto me, the table, and the floor. Miraculously, only two people at the bar seemed to notice, and smiled at me sympathetically. Jeff ran to get wet towels and did most of the cleaning while I sat there in great discomfort.

Ten minutes later Melina was running around outside playing hide and seek with daddy. I don't get it. The doctor did say that she might seem OK for a few days and then throw up again. I think the choice of meals was probably too rich for her, and partially choking on a french fry didn't help. Let's hope that's the last we see of the contents of her stomach for a while.