“Hey, it’s okay. Keep it in, love.” I pulled Sam’s fringe back out of his face for the third time this week.
Three times. Three times over the past week have I had to chase Sam into the bathroom. He just wasn’t able to keep food down.
“I- I can’t.” He was rocking back and forth on his knees, trying so hard for me to keep the food he ate in his tummy. “I ate so much. I need it out!” He sobbed.
“You didn’t, Sam. I ate just as much as you did, alright?” His body heaved forward, and I was sure he was going to be sick. He wasn’t.
“Too much, too much, too much,” He kept repeating. It broke my heart.
“Sammy, you just need to breathe, okay? Just try to get your mind on something else. It’s okay,” I tried to coach.
Sam took in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Finally, after a decent 6 minutes has passed, we moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He buried himself under the covers as soon as he got to bed, curling in on himself.
“Madeline?” He called.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Sam.”
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