i need to find one too.
put stefan to sleep last night, then went to lay down with marek. he was restless, couldn't calm down. then he cat walked in through the partially open door and opened it more and that irked marek so he sat up. then he lay down and made a swallowing/choking/gagging sound. so he sat up again. and made it again. the precursor to puking sound. i flipped on the light, called to bill, he didn't hear me because he had the office door closed, i race down there fling open the door, say "i think he's going to puke", race to the bathroom, grab the little trashcan, race back to the room, hand it to marek, bill sits down and asks him if his tummy feels okay, and bleeeeaaaaah. mostly in the trashcan, but some on the bedsheets, a little on the pillow, a little on bill's pj pants. just one big, large bleah, though. and surprisingly, marek wasn't freaked by it. after it was done, i gave him little sips of water and he did okay. we stripped the bed, started a load of laundry, rinsed the trashcan, brought it back into marek's bedroom, and i started reading another book with him to make sure there was no other bleahs in there. when he noticed the trashcan, he said, "oh look, the bucket is there. i have to go put it back in my bathroom." i convinced him that it should stay in the bedroom in case he needed it again. and he said, "okay, so my food can go splat in the bucket." and i asked him if he needed to go splat in the bucket again and he said, "yeah, okay, one, two, three, food come out...*cough cough*" but no more splats during the night, and he just ate a small bowl of dry cereal, so hopefully it has passed.
ok, nak isn;t working anymore so bye...