Day 65 (barf)

Did I mention that BSM has gotten very clingy lately? Well, last night/this morning, I learned that when he vomits he gets very, very clingy. His arms, legs, and chin holding my neck, waist, and shoulder in a death-grip kind of clingy. The third time he vomited, I gave up and just let him vomit all over me. Yeah, it's gross, but it was happening whether or not I fought it, and I was too tired for a losing fight.

Thank G-d, we made it back to the kibbutz without much incident; BSM alternately cried and slept. Singing helps soothe him, and no song works as well as "Torah, Torah." I'm happy to teach him that Moshe taught us the Torah, and it's the heritage of the Jewish people, but I'd also be happy to have a little more variety in a two-hour song-fest. 

Whiny enough yet? Hopefully, we'll all get lots of sleep over Shabbos, and I'll be more positive after that happens. Yay, potential sleep!