I seriously debated whether or not I should post this. This is gross. Will my readers be turned off? Will I loose subscribers?
The tag line for Simply Rebekah is “Frugal, Green & Life in Between.” Honey, this post is 100% about Life in Between right now! You’ve been warned.
Last night as I got ready to go to bed, I checked in on sleeping Grace. As soon as I opened the door I smelled it.
It was sour.
It was gross.
It was vomit all over her sheets.
And she was sleeping in it.
About two hours earlier she woke up crying. It only lasted for a minute, two at the most. I didn’t even go upstairs to check on her. She fell back asleep and all was good. At least that is what I thought until I discovered her sleeping in barf two hours later.
Nate was already in bed, so I went into our room and woke him up. We both braced ourselves for the awfulness that was to come as we woke up Grace. Surprisingly she didn’t cry when we woke up her. We carried her into the bathroom and started the processes of taking off her sleep sack and PJs.
It was so so so so SO GROSS! The sleeves of her pajamas were soaked through with vomit. The sleep sack was a mess. Grace had chunks in her hair and dried barf stuck to her cheek. We filled up the bathroom sink and plopped her in it for a quick bath.
Grace wasn’t acting sick at all. As a matter of fact she was smiling until we put her in the sink. After getting the sheets changed and fresh jammies on Grace, she fell back asleep with out any problems.
However, I had a much harder time falling asleep. I kept seeing the throw up and smelling it. It was like I was having flash backs.
I was dreading when this day would come. Dealing with baby & toddler poop is NOT the same as dealing with barf. This is a whole different animal.
This morning when Grace woke up, I was a little scared to see if the bed was still clean. Praise God, it was! BUT…
About 30 minutes later Grace had diarrhea that got all over.
Grace is still acting fine, but I’m pretty traumatized.
Fast forward 7 hours.
I threw up.
Heaven help me.
I was laying on the couch, knowing that I wasn’t feeling well. Grace was watching a video and was practically in my lap. After I finished throwing up in the bucket I was a little concerned about what Grace thought of all of that. She slid off the couch, smiled at me, said hi and then pretended to spit in the bucket.
Apparently she wasn’t traumatized.
Thankfully, we are all feeling much better as I type this. Please pray that we stay that way!
PS. You can all thank me that I don’t have any pictures along with this post. 😉 See! I love you after all!