How is it that you can love someone so much that you don’t mind being barfed on by that person 8 times in the span of 48 hours?
My darling little munchkin complained of a “tummy hurt” last Thursday, she was totally fine on Friday, but Friday night is when she let it all out. It started at 11:30 at night, she was already in our bed because she was complaining of a “tummy hurt”, and was not settling in her own room.
Vomit number 1, all over our bed, comforter and all. As I changed Liana and myself into new Pjs, my husband changed the bed sheets. We were all cozy back in bed, thinking that there would be no more – until Liana quickly sat up and said “mama”…came crawling over to me and then explosion number 2 happened, this time all over me. I very carefully carried her into the shower and stripped us both down (again) rinsed us off and put on PJ set number 3 for the night.
This time around, my husband and I learned from our previous mistake and had by our sides’ buckets and extra towels, we had a feeling that this night was going to be a long one. The explosions continued to happen until 4:30 in the morning. Hubby and I were getting much better at protecting ourselves and our bed sheets. Poor little Liana kept crying though and saying “all done”… but clearly she was not all done.
The next day, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7:30am, Liana woke up and said “hi Mama, wake up!, go play” How this child was so awake and alert after having vomited the entire night I have no idea. Saturday, Luch and I both dragged our feet for most of the day, but at least we knew that Liana seemed to be over the worst of it all and we were looking forward to a really nice weekend.
Fast Forward to Monday morning, both Luch and I took the day off as Liana’s daycare was closed for Easter Monday, First thing Liana did when she woke up - you guessed it, vomited all over me. It was going to be that kind of day.
I think I can safely say that before children if I had read this story, or heard someone telling me about this experience I would be completely grossed out by it. However, when it’s your own little one, you really don’t get grossed out; you would do anything and endure anything for your kiddies.
The silver lining in all of this….. truthfully, there is none. It just sucked, being vomited on and sick on a long weekend is no fun at all. What I can say though is that laughter in a really sucky situation can help you get through it all. Luch and I were in stitches laughing at our situation (partly feeling sorry for ourselves) on Friday and Monday, and luckily we had that to get us through it all.
Hoping that you had a much less messy weekend than mine.