Last night I was in bed at 9:30, exhausted, figured it was from taking care of a pair of twins who were a bit under the weather.
Then 10:30 hit...and the sweet little girl laying beside me woke me with some of the most violent vomiting I've ever witnessed. Poor thing.
And, if anyone knows my Baby Girl, they'll know that she likes things to go HER way...and barfing is NOT something that is "her way". We got her in the tub, cleaned up our bed, tossed her hair in a pony and sat down to catch more puke.
The Mr. left for his weekly adoration time at church, and he had been gone for about 3 minutes when I heard a mysterious coughing coming from a different room. I opened the door to our boys' room and was hit, smack in the face, with the overwhelming odor of vomit. And, there was Hambone, laying in his own gastric contents, barely awake.
At this point, Baby Girl is crying, I'm not sure if she has to throw up more, my 5 year old is lying in his puke, and my husband is gone. So, I made a desperate SOS call to him, "I NEED YOU!!!!" and, being the fabulous husband and father that he is, he made a couple phone calls and came right home.
We spent most of the next few hours watching our kids take turns with their vomitus. It was almost like they were echoing each other...like...like a round, except instead of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat", it was barf.
At one point, my babe (who all of you know by now is a "her way or the highway" kind of girl) decided that this puking bit was for the birds...she, while starting round 867, started shaking her head and pushing the bucket away...as if she could just will that vomit away.
It didn't work. For once, we've found something that is more stubborn that our babe...and that would be her stomach.
Then, my friend came to pick up her kids after work, and the Belle (who has a very "suggestive" tummy) thought she was going to start in...so, after some thought, I sent the Mr. to bed with the two pukers, whom I was certain had to be done...they had nothing left to give!! And I settled in with the Belle in our bed, steeling myself to the fact that it was going to be a long night.
Turns out, I got the better end of the deal. The two littles kept up their vomiting all. night. long.
Now, I'm feeling guilty...'cuz I'm the one who gets to take a nap with my kids, while my amazing husband is at work on little to no sleep.
Know what else I'm feeling, tho?
My tumbly is rumbly.
I'm afraid I'm next. :(