I woke up this morning to hearing someone in the bathroom. I could hear Brian laughing in his bedroom so I knew it was Corbin. After quite a while I went in to check on him and I asked him what he was doing. He replied he was throwing up- I looked into the toilet and really only saw what I thought looked like spit. I told him to go lie down in my bed. I laid down with him and cuddled and said the line, "What's up kid?"
He was quiet and said, "I don't want to tell you this." I reiterated to him that he can tell me anything. He then told me that no one wanted to play with him yesterday at the afternoon recess. I asked him if he thought he was throwing up because he was sick or because he was worried no one would want to play with him today. He said, "Because of recess". I then thought- okay he's making himself throw up. This is not good. I mean, I remember pretending to be sick, but I was a tween/teen with all those hormones going on and my boyfriend of a day broke up with me or something ridiculous like that. But not when I was seven.
Later, when we decided he would go to school, he threw up again. He turned around and said, "This is so weird Mom. I usually throw up when I see something disgusting but I don't see anything disgusting, I just feel upset." I saw him throw up this time- sure, it was just the water that he had drank but it really didn't seem like he was forcing it to come up- that it just did. Corbin has always had an extremely immature gag reflex- he's thrown up at seeing smashed pumpkins outside, from driving past the town dump on a really hot, stinky day, from mixed up food scraped off into the garbage. And Corbin is also very sensitive. Words don't bounce off of him- he's too much like his Mama, I'm afraid.
Later when we were walking out the door Corbin looked up at me and said, "Mom, I think I need to go see a scientist." I asked why and he replied, "Maybe they can figure out why I throw up?" Poor thing. So, I'm hoping today goes better for him.