The kids slept in a bit this morning. I took my shower and came downstairs for a few minutes on the computer. Emily comes down saying that Jace is up and that he threw up during the night. i go upstairs and have never felt so sick in my life. Jace got sick in the middle of the night all over his bed, 5 books on his bed, the floor, etc. The smell is honestly like nothing I have ever imagined.
He went out yesterday. Brian took the older 2 kids to a baseball game. He had a hotdog. It's the damn curse of the hotdog again. Every single time he has a hotdog he gets sick. I don't understand it, I don't know what to do about it.
this is beyond out of control. I think I'm going to call his GI doc and get him in, today.