Enter Vomit, Stage Left

It isn’t good when you find dried vomit on your cheek and don’t know whether it is yours or your daughter’s.

J got a stomache bug earlier this week. Brian got it night before last. When I got in the car to take Fi to school yesterday I knew immediately I was in trouble and kept chanting in my head “Just don’t throw up in the car, just don’t throw up in the car.” Last night, at about 10, J woke up to demand his evening cuddles right as I rushed to the bathroom to empty my stomache. He screamed the entire time I was being sick. I then took him to bed to cuddle and nurse, lay him down, and rushed back to the bathroom for round 2.

After J had nursed as I lay him back in his crib Fi started to throw up. She needed a bath, a total crib change, new PJs and then some nursing. J screamed the entire time she was getting attention and he wasn’t. Then, I swapped babies and lay her down and nursed him. Lay him back down. Went to lie down myself. Heard something. Went back in. Sure enough, she was throwing up again. I changed her PJs, tossed the blanket she was on into the growing pile of vomit crusted laundry in the hall, nursed her again, lay her down again. J still screaming that he is not getting attention. I nursed him standing in his crib so he finally lay down and went to sleep.

Then I enjoyed round 3 in my own vomit-fest.

This morning the house brownie, otherwise known as my mother-in-law, had the laundry soaking by the time I had the kids dressed.

Stumble it!

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