The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
The good? Dimple finally recovered from his vomit marathon.
The bad? I decided to get out of bed for absolutely no reason to check on my kids at 11:30. I opened Munchkee's door and was nearly knocked over by the stench. She had thrown up in her bed and fallen back asleep in it. When I woke her up to begin the clean up process, I asked her, "baby, are you sick?" (Captain obvious, that's me...) She answered me in her sweet little Munchkee voice, "Mommy, I sorry I make a mess in my bed. Mommy didn't come."
*Knife in heart with an extra twist for emphasis*
So I cleaned her up, tucked her back into all new bedding and threw a load in the washing machine. I also moved the baby monitor into her room so I could avoid the whole falling back asleep in her own puddle of throw up because Mommy is horrible situation.
It's a good thing too.
As I sat her journaling and waiting for her favorite blankie to dry I heard her retching again. I dashed into her room where she had thrown up in bed again and I rushed her to the bathroom where she finished in the toilet. I left her standing in there while I rushed back to her room for another new set of PJs and she followed me down the hall saying, "I'm better!" Then she started gagging again and beelined herself back to the bathroom and stuck her face back in the toilet. I allowed myself a little moment of pride before resuming my motherly tasks.
She's so precious. Even when she's covered in puke.
The bad? I decided to get out of bed for absolutely no reason to check on my kids at 11:30. I opened Munchkee's door and was nearly knocked over by the stench. She had thrown up in her bed and fallen back asleep in it. When I woke her up to begin the clean up process, I asked her, "baby, are you sick?" (Captain obvious, that's me...) She answered me in her sweet little Munchkee voice, "Mommy, I sorry I make a mess in my bed. Mommy didn't come."
*Knife in heart with an extra twist for emphasis*
So I cleaned her up, tucked her back into all new bedding and threw a load in the washing machine. I also moved the baby monitor into her room so I could avoid the whole falling back asleep in her own puddle of throw up because Mommy is horrible situation.
It's a good thing too.
As I sat her journaling and waiting for her favorite blankie to dry I heard her retching again. I dashed into her room where she had thrown up in bed again and I rushed her to the bathroom where she finished in the toilet. I left her standing in there while I rushed back to her room for another new set of PJs and she followed me down the hall saying, "I'm better!" Then she started gagging again and beelined herself back to the bathroom and stuck her face back in the toilet. I allowed myself a little moment of pride before resuming my motherly tasks.
She's so precious. Even when she's covered in puke.