But hey, I tried that crap - I wouldn't eat it either.
The science geek in me wants to wait another two weeks and try it again, just to see if this is what the problem is (and then perhaps switch cereals to see if it's an ingredient in the cereal). But the father in me, especially after seeing how miserable Sammy looked yesterday, says no.
Give it a week, and I'll probably start thinking about testing the cereals again.
But besides these vague lessons, one thing we definitely did learn was how to manage family members. There is such a vast difference between how each of our parents reacted to the last incident:
Me: Ma - we took Sammy to the Emergency Room last night; he was throwing up like a fountain for at least a couple hours.
My mom: Oh yeah? Well, it's good to hear that he's feeling better.
Me: What? I didn't say he was better. He still looks miserable and pale, and has lost a lot of weight.
My mom: Did I tell you about the time that you threw up a couple times? It was amazing. Also, have you given any more thought to coming up to see us? We haven't seen our grandchild in two months! And even though I don't really do anything all day long, it's somehow your fault. No, seriously - I really am blaming you for my not coming down to see him. Nevermind the fact that he just threw up a hundred times, and I'm still acting as if nothing really happened. Did you hear about my trip to the bookstore? It was amazing. I didn't know there were so many books published! Your father and I must have walked out with three armfuls each. I needed to stock up on books for my bookclub meetings! Then we came home and had Beef Bourguignon glazed with a pinch of carmelized onions with a side of steamed carrots, and ate it on the patio overlooking our freshly groomed and pruned lawn. Call your brother! He misses you, and you haven't spent any time talking to him. He's got three weeks off before he starts work, and is bored from sitting around all day, and you should really get yourself together and call him. That reminds me, I just saw a bear on my walk this morning!
Me: ok, bye.
And this is how the conversation goes with my wife and the in-laws:
Wife: Ma, we took Sammy to the Emergen -
MIL: DON'T say emergency room.
FIL (in background): EMERGENCY ROOM??? What's going on? Who's sick?
MIL: Oh my god, What happened?
Wife: He thre -
MIL: He threw up everywhere? Why didn't you called us sooner? It's because you're always drinking coca-cola, and it gets inside your milk, and then it's like he's drinking coke! You don't feed him enough, he's all skin and bones! How is he feeling now? What can we do? Do you need anything? I can cook for you! We're on our way!
FIL: First find out where they are!
MIL: Are you at your house? Ok NOW we're on our way!
Wife: Ok, thanks!
(three minutes pass by and the phone rings again)
MIL: I bet it's because he's not eating regular foods yet. You should start giving him soups. He's too skinny! We're coming as fast as we can!
FIL: (in background) I've done a few dry runs in case this happened, and it takes me an average of 3 minutes at top speed to get to your house! We'll be there in 49 seconds!!
(After spending some time with us, and making sure everything is ok first hand, they go home.)
(Ten minutes after they've gotten home, the phone rings again)
MIL: Is he still doing ok? Call me with updates!!!
I actually just received a call from her saying that no one (my wife or the babysitter) is answering their phones and she assumed the worst had happened.
I've definitely decided I like the in-law's approach more, but we've come to the conclusion that we're probably going to wait until after any big events to let them in on the action. It definitely made yesterday's experience slightly less stressful.
I still haven't called to tell my parents.