He had a terrible, acidic bowel movement that burned his skin very, very badly. He wouldn't let me touch him to clean it up, so I let him stand in the tub and poored cold water over it. That seemed to make it worse. He SCREAMED AND SCREAMED AND SCREAMED. Worse than he's ever done before. He was screaming "No Momma," "Go away Momma," "I'm sad Momma."
I could just die. The poor kid. This has happened before but not in years, and he was at a new camp this afternoon so I'm not sure if he ate something there that didn't agree with him. What the teacher told me he had to eat wasn't out of the norm for him, and his dinner wasn't anything too different (his limited pallet actually makes it easy to track what he eats), less easy though to figure out what went so terribly wrong in his little system.
I needed to clean him up, and I did the best I could (I am an official child torturer). He just lay there crying and hugging me saying "I'm sad momma, owie owie owie, night night mama." Translated it means "wow I'm in terrible pain mom, it's making me very upset, and I just want to go to sleep." Which is where he is now, and I am heading as well.
One thing though, a little side note.....right before it happened he was walking around in tighty whitey underwear with his daddy's white knee socks pulled all the way up his legs, another smaller pair of socks on his hands, and another pair of tighty whiteys on his head. I believe, based on the way he was playing, that he believed he was dressed as an astronaut - an astronaut from planet underwear :-)
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