Hugs and loves when your insides are coming out

Someday I will stop blogging about my falling apart body and horrible sickness, but for now it's the only thing really going on in my life...so just bear with me a few more months, yes? Thank you. :)

Basically, I throw up. Alot. And as disgusting as it is to talk about, I wanted to share the only good part about it with you all...

So, I just lay in bed all day and when I feel it's time, I rush to the toilet where I sit Indian style and lean in. (Sorry, if it's already too detailed...it'll get better...)
In the beginning, Ashton would run in with me and pat my neck and give me hugs from behind until I was done.
A little awkward when your insides are coming out, but so sweet and adorable.

Then he got more involved and after the long hug, he would "demand" several pieces of toilet paper to throw in before the flush.

After a week or two he took it to the next level and started mimicking me. He would spit and gag right along with me into the porcelain bowl. Then pat my neck and grab the little t.p. pieces to throw in before the flush.

As disturbing as it may sound, I really felt comforted knowing I wasn't alone in those horrible moments, and that my little boy loved me and was taking care of me the best he knew how.

This past weekend, while I was throwing up, Ashton was in bed with Andrew and started making his gagging sounds. We both thought he was playing "throw up time" 'cuz I was, but we quickly caught on that it was the real deal and daddy rushed him to me at the toilet where he threw up all of the food he ate that day. It was so sad, but he leaned in and knew what to do. :(

I hugged him from behind and patted his neck and when he was done I gave him little pieces of toilet paper to throw in before I flushed.

We had taught eachother just what to do.