Freaky Friday

Had a nice day yesterday. Tobes and I had a late breakfast at Cafe Rouge then went to my first appointment with the midwife (more on that in the Baby Blog). After the appointment we went into Bromley and walked around the shops, had a late lunch at McDonalds and came home. I was exhausted, but it doesn't take much to exhaust me these days.

When we got home Tobes seemed pretty tired too and rested on the couch while I called Kellie. When I got off the phone an hour later I felt energised from all the talking and laughing so hard I almost wet myself. I decided to go upstairs and strip the beds. Tobes loves 'helping' me which means he likes to lie on the bed while I make the sheets billow over him.

We stripped both beds and put on fresh clean lavender-scented sheets. I crawled into our big bed and Tobes came in and jumped in too. I was just saying, 'Isn't it nice to have fresh sheets on the bed' when Tobes looked at me with a face that struck fear into my heart. I jumped up to grab the little bin we keep in the bedroom, but it was too late. Tobes threw up all over the bed. It was like the Exorcist.

He's been sick like that a couple of times before and both of those times we had to rent an industrial sized cleaner to get rid of the smell. This time it was all contained amongst the clean sheets and duvet. I made sure Tobes was OK, got him in the bathroom and cleaned him up a bit before starting to run a bath for him. Then I hustled back into the bedroom and started to strip the bed for the second time in fifteen minutes. Three thoughts were running through my mind:

1. I hope Tobes is OK. Was it something he ate or is it a virus?

2. Christ, we've got a viewing tomorrow and the house is going to smell of sick.

3. How on earth will I deal with this stuff when I have another baby needing me at the same time?!

It was as if the Gods had heard my plea because at that very moment J walked in the door. I explained the situation and then gave him the choice 'Baby or bed'. He went with baby so while he bathed Toby I dragged all the bedding and dirty clothes downstairs and started the cleanup process.

Casualties: the duvet had to go. Thankfully, it was an older one anyway and it was so covered in vomit that there was no point in trying to keep it. It wouldn't have fit into my washing machine and I just couldn't abuse the lady who sometimes does laundry for us in that way. It was pretty foul.

We also lost a towel in the same state and a decorative pillow I keep on the bed. Even if I had thrown it in the washing machine I would've been picking bits out of the beading for ages. It wasn't that special.

So, poor Tobes had a bath and then crashed out in bed. We had a broken night. He was very thirsty, of course, and kept waking up for sips of water. Afterwards I would lay awake for half an hour with a towel at the ready to make sure he could keep it down. Thankfully, he did. He ran a little fever so I think it's probably a virus. He was back at school this week and I would guess he picked it up there. Oh joy.