Some time after 10 pm last night, Nathan comes down the stairs. He had been up in bed for an hour already and Gwen & I thought he was asleep. I asked him what he wanted, and he said, "I want to show you something" and ran back upstairs.
In the dark, I can see a spot on his sheets. "Look," he says. My first thought: he wet the bed through his pull-up somehow.
But no, it was worse. His "something" . . . he had thrown up.
He seemed fine and slept the rest of the night, after getting new pajamas and sheets.
So I don't know if it was something he ate or he gagged himself somehow. We're just glad this is a rare occurrence.
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