poor max projectile vomited tonight. it was terrifying. the help me look in his eyes was heartbreaking. he was sitting on my lap in bed and it came out with such force—even out his nose. he had a hard time catching his breath, but finally did (thank god). we cleaned him up, did the saline drops, suctioned his nose and got him calmed down. poor little guy. i held him for a long time—his exhausted little body just felt limp. he’s asleep now—i hope dreaming of something lovely.