By the time evening rolled around, I was good and nauseous. If I'm really sick I would have M's mother come get her but this time it felt like a stomach thing that I get every once in a while and it was close to bedtime so I wasn't worried. Normally when my stomach is acting up and have Miss M, I suck it up so she doesn't worry and has a good time. This time, I couldn't play that. We put in one of her favorite movies and I laid on the couch.
"Wassa matter Daddy?" asks very scrunchy concerned face.
"Daddy doesn't feel well honey. His tummy is upset"
"You sick???" face even scrunchier than before
"Yes baby, Daddy is a bit sick but he'll be ok. Let's watch the movie and then we can go to bed"
Very pensive and then "Wait Daddy! I fix you! I get my doctor kit!"
And off she ran to her room to get the kit I bought her to keep her from being scared of the doctor. Needless to say, since she knew it was my tummy, OF COURSE, she poked and prodded it which only made it feel worse, but who am I to spoil her fun, right?
After a very thorough (and painful) exam, my little doctor asked "Daddy, you better???"
"A little honey. You're a very good doctor"
"Thanks Daddy! You take kitty. Make you feel better" and she gave me the stuffed kitty that she carries with her everywhere. I could just melt.
Daddy feels A LOT better. :)