The fabulous little Miss Rowan came down with a severe stomach bug last night at bed time. She told me she had a belly ache, which isn't unusual as she comes down with painful stomach cramps every time tooth brushing time is mentioned... convenient eh?
Needless to say I didn't believe her....
So I read her a book, sang Twinkle Twinkle and with a kiss and a mummy hug I left her to nod off while the hubs and I played an amusing game of scrabble.
(amusing because the boy can't spell, and he gets all excited when he makes a cool word like Kiddie which is supposed to spell kitty??? He went to college, I swear)
About 20 mins later I heard her screeching... I ran into her room expecting to see her pulling off another stalling bed time stunt, but instead found her standing in the middle of her new beige carpeted bedroom floor with a stream of red Crystal light and popcorn chunks spewing forth from her mouth.
(TMI???? sorry)
She was horrified.
She hasn't been sick since she started staying home with me after my lay off over a year ago, so throwing up to her wasn't even something I think she remembers.... she was only 2 or so the last time it happened, now she's almost four.
She cried, she told me she was scared.. and with wet eyes filled with giant crocodile tears, she said "Mama, when my no be sick anymore?"
BROKE MY HEART!!!
We attempted some ginger ale to settle her tummy, but 10 mins later she started crying again and I got into her room in time to hold her hair back as she threw up into a mixing bowl by her bed..... and since she'd climbed into my lap for comfort while she threw up, I was also blessed with pajamas covered in diarrhea when her rear end backfired all over me with the force of her vomiting.
It was super duper.
(but hey, that's what makes a Mom a Mom right?? We're troopers).
I spent the night waking up every 45 mins to an hour with her getting sick again. I haven't had a night of broken sleep like that since she was an infant and man alive have I been spoiled! How did I ever survive a year of that while trying to sustain a corporate career? They must have all thought I was stoned... Huh, maybe that's why I got laid off???
The kicker? Hubs, sound asleep in our bed, snoring away.
Don't get me wrong, he's a great dad, and if he had woken up he would have helped me in a second, but he just zonks out.
It amazes me how well a man can tune out a child or a baby. He never woke up with her as an infant either. Woman must have hawk ears. She made one tiny peep last night and I was awake, alert, and by her side before she had the chance to sit up in bed.
Barney?? ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I just don't get it!
Either way, she had a low grade fever for the rest of the day and by morning was able to stomach a tad bit of juice and some dry toast. By dinner she kept down a small piece of pizza.
She's on the mend, thank goodness.
And tonight, oh how I'll relish 8 full hours of uninterrupted sleep....... and how I'll rest assured that our decision not to have any more babies, is most definitely the right choice.
(don't worry, after 20 minutes of scrubbing, Hubs got the red vomit stain out of the carpet. See I didn't have to do all the work.)
