My dad grew up with an unusually sensitive gag-reflex that left him prone to easy vomiting. Apparently it's genetic and I'm grateful there is at least ONE mother on this plantet that completely understands what I am going through. (I should call my grandmother more often...)
No matter how much strangers stare at us or how often my friends swear they've never heard of a child throwing up this much, Aiden continues to be a pretty steady twice-a-month kind of kid. Today he threw up in the checkout line of HEB. I've never had faster checkout and bagging service in my life.
We walked to the car with my pants - and Aiden's balloon - dripping with vomit. A couple people stopped to watch me strip Aiden to his diaper, start the AC, load him in his car seat and finally load my own completely thawed groceries. Should I ever see another mother in this situation, I'll know excactly what to do: Skip introductions and just load the groceries while assuring her my son suffered from the same thing and give her an exact date and age of when he finally stopped spewing like the girl from The Exorcist.
When I asked Aiden why he threw up he said "I choke and throw up cake". Ah. HEB had free sample chunks of their chocolate bundt cakes in the bakery and I grabbed one for Aiden before we hit the produce section (which is worse than the candy aisle for us). That was about four minutes before the checkout line scene. I don't know how you choke on a crumb-sized piece of super-soft cake but my child can do it! Can yours?