At 2am we awoke to a scream from the other bedroom in our suite. We went in to find Peyton covered in vomit a screaming in confusion as to where he was and what had just happened. (Can you blame him?) By 4am he was still throwing up and we were at a loss. Eric went to the store to get any kind of meds he could find that may help and I waited in angst as to what we should do next. In a hotel. Far from home. On the day we were supposed to check out and visit family.

At 7:30 I called my aunt and explained what happened. She told me I should wait until 11, see how he is, and make a decision at that point to either stay in Orlando or make my way to her in Stuart. I had suggested we should start driving home but since we weren’t sure what it was she thought it would be worse to be on the highway with this happening. 11am came, he hasn’t thrown up since 5:45, so we made the trek her way. We didn’t say goodbye face to face with our friends because we didn’t know what it was for sure and didn’t want to give it to anyone.

On the way we got to see some real authentic Florida wildfires! So that was cool.

When we got to my aunts house, things were great! My Auntie Tina played with the kids, we went swimming in the pool, visited with family, and had a nice dinner. That was until 9:00pm when Peyton got sick all over my aunt’s guest room. We were still at a loss. Was it food poisoning? Was it sickness? What was going on with him?! Hopefully he will be better tomorrow because we have a nice big dinner planned with our Florida family.