I was sick last Thursday night, haven't been sick like that since Japan. Took some Gravol in the night to get some sleep and stop the vomiting. Ugh. Spent the next day having chills and feeling very weak. Woke up Saturday and felt better. Hoped that was the end of it.
NOPE. Last night I put the baby to bed as soon as we got in from my parents', where we spent Easter. She slept for a few hours, but I noticed she was kinda crawling about the bed and sleeping on her stomach with her legs tucked underneath her, it was unusual. And at 3:30am, she has some wet coughs, aaand barfs. In the bed. And we cosleep. But where else does a 9 month old barf? Do you ask them to hold it an escort them to the washroom? Blech.
My husband helped clean her up while I cleaned the sheets and replaced them, putting down towels just in case. I nursed her a bit, she puked again. Changed the towel, wiped her down again. The third time was just a little, so I folded the towel over and continued rubbing her back to put her to sleep. I didn't except her to sleep the next 7 hours with just a layer of towel between the bit of vomit and herself, which she did. Oops. But she did sleep well, and woke up full of beans. I woke up feeling ill again, and I really hope that was the last of it.
Saturday we had Easter with Hannah's cousins, with a little easter egg hunt for the 2 year old and all. Toward the end of the night, we get to talking about pinworms, and Andrew starts singing "There's a worm in my bum tonight," (to the tune of The Eagles' "Hole in the World") ... and on and on, with the guitar and all. I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
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