Rosie is still vomiting. We've been to the doctor and they say it's a virus and we just have to ride it out. So, I'm riding the crest of a wave of sick. Nice.
Last night I went to bed at 9.30. At 10.00 Rosie woke up. I was immediately on Vomit Watch. No, she was just unhappy. Put her in bed with me and went back to sleep. Midnight and Toby woke up. J was in the kitchen and didn't hear him so I got out of bed, trying not to wake Rosie. Toby wasn't happy so he got in our bed too. J went to sleep in Toby's bed. 3am Rosie woke up, leaned over and puked on my chest. Got up with her as quietly and carefully as possible trying not to wake Toby. Took Rosie into her room, cleaned her up and changed her jammies. Cleaned myself up. Got Rosie a drink of water, got clean towels, went back and stripped my side of the bed. Went back to the kitchen to get Rosie a clean dummy. Resettled Rosie, looked at the clock. It was 4am. 6.45am and Toby woke up ready to start the day. He sat up and woke Rosie and my day began. When I brushed my hair this morning I found two perfectly formed regurgitated peas nestled underneath.
And that was the best night this week.
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oh you poor, poor things! I don't envy you and will think good non-vom thoughts for the rest of the week. :)
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