Emergency Clothes

I'm not a stupid woman, but I felt enormously stupid this morning as I watched my child vomit all over himself and his carseat in the doctor's office parking lot about two seconds before I took him out of said carseat for his 15 month check-up.

See, I had not packed him a change of clothes because I had no idea Silas didn't feel well. So, Michael and I (mostly Michael because I was dumbfounded and panicky and freaking out and talking too much) had to strip Silas down and cart him into the doctor's office in a diaper and socks. People stared.

Luckily, I have the messiest car in the world...I rummaged around in the trunk and found the outfit he was wearing on Christmas before we changed him. So, eventually, we got him dressed.

My next issue was the eternal working-mom struggle. Do I take off work? I chose to do so today because I could not in good conscious send my virus-ridden son to infect someone else's household....certainly not 4 days before Christmas.

So, I've spent the day with one eye on my blackberry and one eye on Elmo books.

Silas is currently holding down chicken noodle soup and saltines. So, I'm hopeful that we'll all be 100% by morning.

Moral: ALWAYS pack an emergency change of clothes. You never know when you'll have an unexpected eruption of Mt. Vomit all over your child's lap.