Mike and I were reading last night, about to go to bed (about 10:45, I'd say) when I heard some strange noises in the kids' room. I went in there to find Megan sitting up, sobbing, wretching her guts out. I felt so bad for her! She was totally covered, and had obviously been woken up very unpleasantly. Mike gave her a bath while I cleaned everything up. I remarked to Mike how you know you are a parent when there you are, cleaning vomit chunks off of everything and instead of trying not to heave you find yourself just thinking, "oh, look at all the little pieces of food my baby ate and chewed up and now they are not in her tummy anymore! How sad! And she was so proud that she ate her whole dinner..." After everything was cleaned we got her snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie while we waited to see if anything else might come up. The gastric distress continued until about 1 am. Around midnight Megan was crying that she wanted to go back to sleep in her bed but I didn't want her sleeping alone OR in a bed, lest there be still more comings-up. So we had a slumber party on the hide-a-bed! Before she went to sleep, Mike gave her a blessing, and then we looked up whether or not we could give Megan pepto bismol, and what dose (p.s.-- yes, you can! 1 tsp. for a 30 lb child). So around 1:30 we were all nuzzled in (me making sure that her face was NOT facing me... I didn't want her to barf in my face), and we fell asleep, and made it all the way to the morning with no more problems! Hooray! This morning the little tummy bug that has upset her seems to be almost done working it's way out, and is attacking at the other end. This is obviously much less distressing, but requires no less vigilance on my part. Thus, I am sitting here, blogging this, hoping Mike comes home early so I can take a shower. In the meantime, our fun little experience has accrued 3 loads of laundry that need serious washing.
2 comments:
Oh! The poor little thing! She looks like she just feels terrible but is trying to put on a happy face. Eve has always been like that. Still trying to be such a good girl even when she feels awful! It's the sweetest thing and just makes your heart break! I hope she gets feeling all better right away! My mom and brother have been dealing with a very similar illness. I guess it really gets around! It's my least favorite part of winter. Feel better Megan!
What a good mom you are! I think she definitely needs a little sprite or something. Sorry about your barf day, I hate that.
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