*Warning: this post contains some graphic material. Some will be disgusted. Others will brush it off.
and while watching new homeowners hour, I heard it. Crying.
Creep down the hall to investigate. I found it.
The source. The pitiful and sad source. The vomiting source.
She wasn't done, either.
Have you ever been pregnant and home alone with a vomiting child? I did it. I survived.
Once I got the bed dismantled, the window opened, AE re-bathed and the bed remade, I decided to wait until The Daddy could come to the rescue. After a late day at the office, he arrived on his gleaming white stead to save me from THE SMELL.
Oh, yes. He loves me.
He came home and while AE and I watched American Idol, he rinsed off all towels, pjs, sheets, bedskirt, mattress cover, bathmat, my fluffy pink robe and my comfiest preggo pants. He even got it started in the washing machine. I know. I know. I'm blessed.
Once all the mess and THE SMELL was gone, we deemed it safe to return AE to her bed. Barf. Again.
And now the tears came. Her throat hurt. Her side hurt. Her head was on fire. She was in pain, so off she and The Daddy went to the emergency room.
All is well, though. We've spent the day on the couch while it pours outside. She still has a fever, but just before nap time, I got her to take some Tylenol. The barfing is over, and I'm done ironing the clean sheets.
HJ got The Patient a glass of water~all she wants is water
Of course if I do something for one sister, the other one MUST have it too!