Marcus was sick all last night and most of this morning. Mom found out about it at two. She of course has a load of advice on taking care of him. Maybe because he had been throwing up for twelve hours before she came along with her advice, or maybe because we have been through this once before (thank goodness he doesn't get sick often), but I didn't feel like I needed her advice. I didn't feel like I should sit there and make sure that I am doing everything according to her ideals and wishes. After all, I am working one step at a time, with what I have.
Well, he hasn't thrown up in four hours and he is acting ready for a nap, but much better then he was. I would say that I did a decent job. But then I guess that's just me.
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