We ran Sammy to the Emergency Room last night. Never a dull moment in the Borscht household.
He was with my in laws while my wife and I tried to put the finishing touches on our papers that are due tomorrow. My MIL said he vomited like a fountain.
And he kept vomiting. Violently. He would vomit all over our shirts, look around surprised, and then smile from ear to ear at us. This went on every five minutes, right up until the moment we got to the hospital. Then he got his color back, looked right in the doctor's eyes, and laughed the biggest belly laugh a five month old can laugh.
We were both on the verge of having our brains melt from worry, and he was having the best giggle-fest he's ever had. He discovered the joy of putting his fingers in OUR mouths right while we were trying to discuss with the doctor what to do. Laughing, fingers in mouth, laughing.
Sorry, doc - we promise he really did throw up.
We left at midnight, with no answers, and no idea what to expect for the rest of the night. Needless to say, we didn't sleep very much. But thankfully, the ipecac fairy (cause that's as close as we can get to a real cause) has left him alone since then.