I can sympathize with you there... When Joel had three of his done at once, I drove him. And on the way home, he puked. Which is really spectacular, since you don't usually see people puking blood. Luckily, he had a bag and I was able to pull my car over without getting into an accident. Unluckily, it was in a right-turn-only lane in front of the police station. The cop tapping on my window about scared me to death, but he then guided me around the corner to park in the police parking lot while Joel's stomach finished emptying out.
(This was before we were married, and the only time he ended up staying the night at my apartment, but it was summer and I had a week off from temping, so I could totally take care of him better than his dad could. Words of advice from that experience-- baby food. Lots and lots of baby food.)
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Date: 2004-07-05 02:10 pm (UTC)(This was before we were married, and the only time he ended up staying the night at my apartment, but it was summer and I had a week off from temping, so I could totally take care of him better than his dad could. Words of advice from that experience-- baby food. Lots and lots of baby food.)