Cough, cough, Oouack! A projectile of puke flew onto me at exactly 7.30pm, just as we were about to open the car door to step out for dinner. This as she chewed on a piece of shredded wheat. My dearest husband goes, “Oh no! The car!” as I am suddenly thrown into Worryland wondering what is up with T.
“Well, we cant go for dinner with you dressed like that! Might as well go home and get changed first”, the Hubs said while I struggled to clean his car and myself with some wet wipes. The whole 10 minute journey home was spent trying not to get any puke smeared further whilst T sat on my lap, me still in Worryland.
We rushed to the bathroom, both T and I, and stripped naked to have a quick shower whilst the Hubs quickly took our soiled clothes for soaking. When the Hubs was getting T dressed, out came another projectile of lumpy off-white puke onto our bed. The Hubs reaction must’ve been so gripping (him and his clean white sheets) that it set T off into a crying frenzy and she screamed out for MAaaaMmmeeee!!! who was still in the shower. And then because she was screaming, the Hubs got even more anxious that T would puke again, so all this while kept telling her to ‘STOP CRYING’.
Well, of course it didn’t work (surprise, surprise). I jumped out of the shower, grabbed her from him and held her tight. Told her everything was OK and that she could puke all she wanted on Mummy. She sobbed uncontrollably and said she wanted to see a Doctor. What? T who has been hospitalised before and hated Doctors, wanted to see a Doctor? This must be serious. Got the Hubs to wipe me dry and dress me whilst I continued to comfort T before rushing off to see a Doctor.
Puke splattered again onto the hospital waiting room floor. There goes my pants. Poor T. I could tell she was feeling very miserable. By the time the Doctor sent us home, we had still not had dinner at 10pm. By this time, the Hubs was losing focus from lack of food and started whinging that he needed to eat (i.e. he couldn’t be on stand by anymore to clean up more puke). I asked him what he’d do if he was in Ethopia. He looked at me. Grunted, then said he had no plans on being in Ethopia and left it at that. My point is….here his daughter was suffering and all he could think of was food for himself!
To cut a long story short, after 7 series of vomiting that evening, our ordeal ended at midnight. She cried all night as the medicine the Doctor gave her was with instructions not to drink for an hour. However, T insisted on drinking but of course as soon as we gave her a sip, everything came out again.
On a positive note, I was dressed perfectly for a midnight fancy dress party. In puke.
**************************************************************************Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett degree in Architecture. She then spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this blog of over 15 years thereafter returning to the Corporate World stronger than ever as the Country Director of a British Multinational. She sets out to prove to all, that you can have anything and everything that you want; if you have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with much love.
Mamapumpkin has not only grown corporate businesses successfully in the past but has grown not one but TWO network marketing businesses in the notorious MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, achieving success in under 2 years. She believes in the MLM business model but realises the DRASTIC PITFALLS and great stigma attached to it, understanding EXACTLY WHY the majority would shy away (or RUN for their lives) from ANY MLM business. But open your eyes and take time to understand it intellectually, remove your hang-ups, confirm your research, and you may just want to seize an opportunity. She did. And no, she never went about chasing people for sales. She had a sophisticated system work for her through technology and a smartphone.
She now impacts lives authentically with proven strategies amassed through the last decade of her own transformation offering online coaching programmes and always supports the underprivileged. She believes that we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world. But first, one needs to understand what this all means.
A beautiful life without limits.
If you wish to learn some tools to propel your life forward guaranteed, be brave enough to make contact as her life's purpose is to build people. She operates through a discovery call after which she will commit to helping you. Or not.
Most lose out on an opportunity because they are afraid they would be sold to, conned or whatever fear resides in their brain without even trying. And that's on them.
Mamapumpkin is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially and time free has enabled her to travel the world anytime, anywhere, doing anything, and she spends most of her days with her children, having fun, and supporting others wherever she can. Also having fun.
