Christmas program disappointment

I hate being disappointed but it just kills you when it happens to your kids. Noah's Christmas program at preschool was tonight. They were singing Christmas songs and he was number 11 and number 4 in the 12 days of Christmas. I've been proud of him because he knows all the words to the song and when he practices, he'll only say his part. It was tonight at 6:30. Grandparents were in town. The camcorder was charged and then...

He threw up this afternoon. He was in the car with Jenna on his way to get his holiday haircut. I went and picked him up from her so she could get her haircut. I took him home and while initially he was pale, he colored up and was in a really good mood later in the afternoon. He never ran fever and he was acting normal so we started to think maybe he had gotten car sick. So we were still debating on what to do tonight when...he got sick again. With an empty stomach even which makes it worse.

Poor kid just didn't understand it when we told him he wasn't going to get to sing at his Christmas program. He didn't cry but he was really quiet and you could just see the hurt in his eyes. Tonight we cuddled up in the chair and watched Frosty the Snowman. After dinner (us not him) he didn't mention it again so I think he kind of forgot about it. If you see him the next few days I'm sure he'll tell you the story of his oatmeal "coming back out of my mouth" because he told it about a gabillion times tonight. Before bedtime he told Jenna he was hungry so she fixed him a piece of toast and it's stayed down for about 5 hours now so I think we're good to go. On a funny note, when he told his mother he was hungry he said, "but I don't want any oatmeal, okay?"

UPDATE: 2AM and he's been up twice. Poor kid. Nothing worse than throwing up with an empty stomach.