It was bound to happen, but man, I wish it wouldn’t have. Let me back up.
This morning, we took at 30-minute flight from Kathmandu to Pokhara, the starting point of our Annapurna trek. The idea was to check into a guest house (it had WiFi, hence this post), get lunch, and then do a bit of sightseeing in this area with our guide. But about an hour into the tour, Aidan said that he wasn’t feeling well.
In short, Aidan threw up 15-20 times between 2 p.m. and 9:30 p.m. in our hotel bathroom. It wasn’t pretty. The poor guy was just miserable. It’s not altitude sickness, as we really haven’t ascended. I’m pretty sure he got sick from his lunch – tomato soup and a slice of white bread, because it hit shortly after he ate.
When your child can’t stop vomiting, you get concerned. When your child can’t stop vomiting in a third world country, you get really concerned. I skyped Neerav at 5 a.m. Portland time and told him to page the doctor.
It’s now midnight here. Both kids are asleep; I’m monitoring Aidan’s condition. (I’m also in charge of ridding the room of geckos and cockroaches. Ok, there’s only been one gecko and one really big cockroach, but still.) He hasn’t thrown up for 2 hours. The doctor said to let him sleep and then try more fluids and maybe some bland food in the morning.
I’ve told the guide and porter that we won’t be leaving in the early morning as planned. Perhaps, we’re not meant to see the Himalayas. That’s OK. We just need Aidan to feel better.
Please pray for him.