TMI with a sweet ending

So I’m in my third trimester with my second son and I have a 20 month old.

The nausea this trimester is the absolute worst. I didn’t get nauseous my first two trimester so I thought I was off the hook welp I was wrong 6am strikes and I literally projectile vomited I couldn’t make it to the bathroom I couldn’t even get up from the crouching position my son hears me and get off of the bed and comes over and in his little voice he’s worried he’s wimpering and I said it’s okay hunny mommy’s tummy just doesn’t feel well can you please step back I don’t want you getting dirty

You all he literally hugged me the entire time I was vomiting and giving me kisses on my cheek every time I stopped vomiting

Once I was done cleaning everything he rubbed my back and grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom and said mommy bath? I said yes baby mommy needs to wash up. Then when I was done showering and in bed trying to compose myself he keeps offering me his water bottle and giving me kisses

😭😭😭 I don’t deserve this little human being