I'm gonna be sick

[FenigDurak]

Typically, I'm not squeamish at all. Except when it comes to vomit. I've been working in this hospital since February, and hadn't seen anyone throw up. Until today.

Coming back from the ladie's room, a mother and her two young boys were leaving. The youngest of which stopped in the middle of the hall and got sick. I actually held my own at first.

Me: Awe, sweetie, are you not feeling good?
LB: No. -=spew=-
Me: -=turns around=- Ma'am, your little boy is getting sick over here.
Mom: Oh, honey! -=runs to kid=-

((An aside. As I typed this, Santa walked by my door))

-=to me=- Do you have any paper towels?
Me: Oh! Of course! -=When I brought the towels back, she was kissing her kid on the lips=- Here you go.

I went back into my store and nearly lost it. Your kid was just puking and your kissing his mouth. Nasty.

Oh, and she just left the puke puddle in the middle of the hallway and walked off with junior who promptly puked at the end of the hall as well.

[karma_gypsy]

"Ohhhh" and "eeewww."


"Ohhhh" for the poor kid being sick, I hope he feels better.

and


"eeewww" for his mother .... when I get sick, I don't want no one NEAR me until I brush my teeth. ....

[FenigDurak]

I just told BF about this over the phone and he said "Well, that's love for ya. Probably made the little guy feel better."

When did my boyfriend get so wise?

[Bright_Star]

There's no way I'd EVER do that. Love or not, there are some things that you just don't do. Like kissing some poor kid who just barfed is one of them.
I see somebody throw up then I'm liable to do the same.

[gunsage]

You know, it's funny...puke has never bothered me. Ever. There are some bodily fluids that bother me, depending on the scenario...but never puke. As as example, this occurred about 5 years ago.

Characters

Me:
Girlfriend (currently wife) :
Girlfriend's sister (currently sister-in-law) :
Girlfriend's sister's boyfriend (currently...well...I don't know as she's no longer dating him) :

To set the scene, we've just left TeeJayes, an awesome restaurant that we frequented quite, err, frequently...for barnyard busters (mmmmm...drool...). Anyway, we're getting off on our exit when suddenly...

GF: "Hwoof...ufff...ugh...I don't feel so good..."
Me: "Are you alright? Pull over if you need to."

We pull over. Another side note here...nobody but my GF had their license yet, so obviously she was driving. Anyway, we wait for a few minutes while she composes herself. Everything seems okay. Maybe she just ate too fast? Not sure as we all had the barnyard buster and no one else is complaining, so surely it's not that! Well...maybe anyway. We start to pull back onto the exit...

GF: *Literal seconds later* "Huhh...huggggh....OH GOD. GFS, get me a bag!"
GFS: *Hands up a bag*
GF: *Starts to pull over* *Completely misses bag and gets not only the windshield, but the steering wheel and instrument panel*
Me: "Awww..."
GFS & GFSB: *Both open their doors* *And then proceed to stagger out of the car with GF*
Me: *Turn around* "...Awww man..." *Get out of car*

At this point, I was more concerned about everyone else. Unfortunately, we all had to get back in the car...I drove...got to a car wash...mind you, this was LATE at night...and I had to clean it ALL UP ALL BY MYSELF. Why? Because it wasn't bothering me. Well, not in that way. Strangely, despite ALL THAT, my knees buckled when my baby's head popped out during delivery...with aaaaaaalll that blood.

Yeah, I really wanted to cut the cord, but from what the doctor recounts, he said I turned white as a sheet and DEMANDED I sit down. Ah well.

[XCashier]

There's no way I'd EVER do that. Love or not, there are some things that you just don't do. Like kissing some poor kid who just barfed is one of them.

Especially if it's likely he's going to barf again...while you're kissing him!!!

[Bagga]

Being a parent changes you. I never imagined before we had kids that my instinctive reaction when my son was charging towards me in the kitchen, with my wife shouting "He's gonna be sick, he's gonna be sick!", would be to crouch down quickly and extend my cupped hands towards him. (He was only 3, don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing it now he's 28!)

It worked - it saved us a lot of hard work cleaning the carpet.

[XCashier]

I'm a parent too, though I'm more likely to grab the nearest wastebasket or newspaper for my kid to chunder into.

[Sir Spaniard the 12th]

But why not just a kiss on the forehead? Sure, it's your child.. But he just vomited.. The smell.. The TASTE of it would be nasty...

[Becks]

There's no way I'd EVER do that. Love or not, there are some things that you just don't do. Like kissing some poor kid who just barfed is one of them.

:shuddering at the thought:

I see somebody throw up then I'm liable to do the same.

Same here.

Puking is like yawning.

[Ree]

I have a very weak stomach when it comes to
My husband had to handle things when it came to that, or I would be joining her.

I can, however, understand a parent kissing their sick child on the mouth. The child needs comforting and the parent is doing that.

In that moment, it becomes about the child, and not the parent, which is one of the basics of being a parent - selflessness.

[Boozy]

In that moment, it becomes about the child, and not the parent, which is one of the basics of being a parent - selflessness.

Still...why not a peck on the cheek and a hug?

Parents seem to completely lose their sense of grossness when it comes to their kids. Good thing, too. The things my mother had to clean up over the years....god bless her, is all I have to say.