"When beans come out of your mouth..."

Liv woke up this morning and said she needed some water. I brought her a glass, and she took a sip and curled up on the couch and went back to sleep. I tucked her in with a blanket and continued working. A few minutes later she sat up and began puking -- and she really puked up quite a bit. Out came a substance that looked almost exactly like refried beans. I picked up the blanket and caught her vomit in the soft folds of the fleece. The look of surprise on her face -- it wasn't fear or discomfort -- was amazing, with big open eyes full of confusion. Jenny came out and helped clean up (I have a terrible gag reflex -- I'm a sympathy puker). She asked a lot of questions: What happened? Why? Will it happen again? I answered as clearly as I could, and I let fly the comment about "refried beans" (more about this later. We secured a "puke bowl" and instructed Liv about it's proper use. The day went on and she threw up a number of times, often using her bucket! She was never more than a few feet from her bowl, and when she would follow us in to the kitchen or the bathroom, she'd say "Hey, wait! I need to get my bucket."
Aside from seeing her not feeling well, the worse thing about it was watching her body contort when she had dry heaves was just awful. She'd throw herself backwards, and Jenny would brace her (while I left the room, of course, trying to keep myself from puking). My favorite moment? One of Liv's Rules came out. "When beans come out of you mouth you can't go to school or play with your friends."

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