So during that same night I was feeling so miserably sorry for myself, guess what? Josh reminds me how lucky we are that Greta sleeps so well through the night and, to quote him, "She's never had one of those throwing up incidents!"
Never, never say this to yourself. In fact, never say that your child will never do something because he/she will most definitely do that thing. Just be thankful every day that nothing went wrong that was irreparable. When you think that your kid is a shining example of good behavior and infant virtue in the face of screaming toddlers, just remember that your time will come. When you are about to pass judgment on the sniffley-nosed kid and its mother sitting in front of you at church, keep in mind that 'but for the grace of God' go you and your baby. Some people have it worse, some better, but I think it's par for the course that inevitably, the miseries of childhood will visit you.
All that to say... you probably guessed it. I'm not very subtle. But that night, Greta woke us up at 4am, throwing up everywhere. It was the saddest thing. She was still sweet and cuddly, although cuddly is not exactly what you want to do with a baby who has puke all over her. But she was so sad. And pale! My goodness, I forgot how pale people get when they throw up. She had eaten a whole plate of beans at the picnic that day (smacks hand of parent who let her), but it isn't like she doesn't regularly eat beans. Well, those beans made their unwelcomed appearance last night in a very unaltered state. Josh was a trooper. He kept his head and changed the sheets while I held our sad, sad child and dealt with the remainder of the throw up. Soon she was clean and back to sleep. We all slept until about 8am, when we were awakened by another throw up incident, this time accompanied by diarrhea. Not just diarrhea, but explosive, get-all-over-the-sheets diarrhea. I will simply leave the rest to your imagination. The happy ending is that after that thorough purging, Greta was just fine and (knock on wood) has been fine all day. But her poor Daddy now isn't feeling well. I'm dreading the thought of getting sick like that. God knows pregnancy is bad enough. But I haven't been sick-sick so far and would like to keep it that way.
Moral of the story? Never say never!
I've only had a couple of throw-up nights *knocks on wood*. They are just terrible. Nothing is more miserable than a baby throwing up, who has no idea why they feel so bad or what's going on. The smell is unbelievable, it's everywhere, you're tired and disoriented, it's bad times all around. Once I went in to check on a sleeping Phaedra on a whim (she was about 18 months old or so), and she was just sitting up in her bed, whimpering, covered in puke. Poor baby.
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