It’s a very regular part of our life around here.
And as soon as I think that I’m over it and that it will stop bothering me, it gets to me again, grosses me out, makes me frustrated and irritated, and the smell….oh the smell.
Bella is a puker.
If she feels anxious about anything : Puke.
If she feels hungry: Puke.
If she has a meal in front of her that she doesn’t want to eat: Puke.
Doesn’t want to take her meds: Puke.
That’s a lot of vomit. Usually all over my car.
At this point, I’m out of ideas.
What I can tell you, is that this is a control issue stemming mostly from the trauma she has endured in the past (read: yesterday, and every day previous.).
I know that most of this is subconscious, a reaction from the primitive brain, which with Bella, apparently goes something like: Flight, Fight, Freeze, or Puke!
But I also know that there are absolutely times when she wants to exhibit control, and in order to do that, she convinces herself that she NEEDS to puke, and what do you know, all of a sudden her lunch is on the table!
At home, she eats whatever she wants, whenever she wants and it is all junk food. The only things I’ve heard her say are served at home are ramen noodles, cheetoes, pepsi, frosted flakes, and bologna.
So, do any of you foster parents have pukers? Please?
I’ve tried every way I can figure to give her control over her foods while still maintaining a healthy diet for her (which is even more important due to her illness). I always give her choices, making sure there are things that she likes, or has at least stomached before.
But without fail, I give her a choice (thinking I’m helping with the control issue), she chooses what she wants, I put it in front of her, and she refuses to eat it. I don’t think it’s healthy for either of us to let her change her mind four times before she’ll actually eat something. But 99% of the time that I am firm on her eating something, she just pukes it up.
Rock? Hard Place? Anyone?
It’s so hard not to get frustrated. Especially times when I know she has sat there and convinced herself that the next bite will make her puke. I try to be compassionate, but seriously, we’ve puked three times today and can’t manage to get to a trash can or toilet. (this is a bad day.)
We have good days and bad days. She’s had a yogurt voluntarily every day for the last three days, and this morning at breakfast it made her puke. (More accurately: she made herself puke due to the yogurt.)
Ugh. Tell me you have tips?