Today my family and I went to the dentist for a check-up. The family includes me, my two sisters, my baby brother and my parents. Now, you should know that the dentist's office is an hour or so away from where we live; it's not that there aren't any dentists closer by, but this is a family friend dentist, he and our grandma grew up together.
Anyway, the dentist appointment went along as a normal appointment. Oh, let me just add that my mom, my younger siblings and I came in a different car than my dad, because he was at work, and came to the dentist via subway. That last part wasn't good, because we had to squish five people including a car seat into a smallish car. This proved to be difficult coming home because we had to drive on the highway for at least a half-hour while the three girls were crammed into the back of the car with a big baby car-seat.
To make matters worse, ten minutes or so into the ride, my little brother started spitting up.Then he was all out throwing up. At first, Alex who was sitting next to him, the second oldest, didn't know what to do; should she put her hands underneath his mouth and catch the cascading discharge? Sit there and watch and wait till it's over? She settled on telling our parents what was going on and waited for instructions.
He continued heaving for a good five minutes. When it was over he started crying and my sister started wiping it up with tissues, grocery bags, wipes and whatever else she could use. At this point, the whole inside of the car smelt like vomit, and Alex was trying her hardest to clean it all up, and believe me it was no easy task with very little space to maneuver around in in the back seat. She finally managed to get him cleaned up and calm enough to fall asleep. At last we arrived home and we were allowed out of the cramped car and into fresh air, and as for the young boy, he went into a much needed bath. : )
- J. Lynette
