My Friday

Friday morning, around 4am...Paige climbed into bed with me while Mike was up feeding the boy. She tossed and turned a bit...and complained that our blankets were too hot.....which I responded with "you can always go back to your own bed...."..... which suprisingly she asked to do 10 minutes later...very unlike her.

I walked her back to her room around 4:45am and tucked her in.

Just as I was falling back asleep.... I hear this rugged cough...and a VERY urgent and heartfelt "MOMMY!!!!" scream from her room. I leaped out of bed.... already knowing what was about to happen. From the dark hallway I poked my head in her doorway .. "whats wrong?" ..

"I puked in my bed! I puked!" between sobbing. She stumbled out of her dark room, half stunned and still half asleep.... covered in vomit. This is a first. She's never really thrown up before, other than a handful of times because she coughed too hard.

It was only 5am. The house was dark, I was half asleep myself...but what I call "Mommy-mode" kicked right into full gear. Its amazing how it happens and clicks right in when emergencies arise. I quickly flicked lights on, swung doors opened, and was wide awake in seconds. I escorted her to the bathroom to "finish" in the toilet...and began assessing the damage done.

I got her into the shower to rinse off and made my way into the battle zone armed with wet-wipes and plastic bags. Initially I had to cover my mouth & nose with my shirt....but eventually that just required too much coordination and I just got used to it quick. Wiping puke off bed sheets & pillows at 5am is not my top thing to do. I did my best to get rid of what I could, and then proceeded to strip down her bed.... all whilst checking on her in the shower every minute or two.

Bed stripped, I washed her hair, then got her out of the shower and into clean pajamas...and made up a bed on the couch. Then I hauled everything downstairs to the laundry room and began load number 1 of what would eventually be almost 12 loads of laundry that day.

Poor girl was very shooken up and just dazed. She laid on the couch and watched some tv in the dark room while I continued to disinfect and wipe everything down. Around 6:30am I snuggled up on the couch with her....ready to crash out, myself. We finally both dozed off around 7...and not even 5 minutes later.... I was awoken to a lap full of puke.

More stripping of clothing and blankets...more trips downstairs to the laundry room. More disinfectant wipes. At this point, I lost my desire to snuggle with her anymore...sadly... LOL.

Dylan woke for the day around 8am... and I did my best to keep him out of the living room area. Thankfully he was a very good boy all that day and napped like a champ.

Mike slept through it all and didn't get out of bed til 11:30am! Typical! He was then off to work at 2pm....

Luckily, she didnt puke anymore after that. ...just felt really lousy and run down the rest of the day. Its been a long long looong time since I have seen her this sick. Broke my heart!

She's "all better" now, thankfully. Phew. In the past, my ability to handle vomit was 0. Seriously. The smell would make me GAG and almost do the deed myself..... but after handling your own kid....you just quickly learn to deal with it. ...and now, it honestly doesn't phase me.

After a morning like that, I feel like I have officially earned my status as "veteran Mom". Do I get a badge now? ;-)