Another parenting rite of passage occurred tonight.
I hate throw up. Seriously, I really do. It makes me cry. If I see other people in the act, cue my own dry heaving and/or vomiting. Even its scent is enough to push me over the edge...
Well, something upset C's stomach earlier this evening. The first puking occurred a bit on Bill, but he safely got Carter to the big sink in the kitchen for the bulk. I gave him mad props as I took off in the opposite direction upon recognition of a retching noise.
After another bath and new jammies, I thought C was in the clear and allowed him to come up on the couch for a snuggle. Two rookie mistakes - sick baby in my arms and sitting on the FABRIC couch. Poor Carter snuggled in good for a few minutes. He then proceeded to throw up on top of me for about 15 rounds while Bill ran to get lots of towels. I really cannot reiterate how awful it was to helplessly hold my sick child and not be able to move. All I can say was that IT WENT INSIDE MY PANTS.
Poor C had nothing left in him (not even a cookie), but managed to eek out two more spells in his crib. The laundry room has jammies, crib sheets, twels, etc in a 4ft high stack, with a delightful smell permeating the air. Good thing we sprang for the Dupont stain protector for the couch.
Send us healthy vibes and wishes for no more puking...Erin
I hate throw up. Seriously, I really do. It makes me cry. If I see other people in the act, cue my own dry heaving and/or vomiting. Even its scent is enough to push me over the edge...
Well, something upset C's stomach earlier this evening. The first puking occurred a bit on Bill, but he safely got Carter to the big sink in the kitchen for the bulk. I gave him mad props as I took off in the opposite direction upon recognition of a retching noise.
After another bath and new jammies, I thought C was in the clear and allowed him to come up on the couch for a snuggle. Two rookie mistakes - sick baby in my arms and sitting on the FABRIC couch. Poor Carter snuggled in good for a few minutes. He then proceeded to throw up on top of me for about 15 rounds while Bill ran to get lots of towels. I really cannot reiterate how awful it was to helplessly hold my sick child and not be able to move. All I can say was that IT WENT INSIDE MY PANTS.
Poor C had nothing left in him (not even a cookie), but managed to eek out two more spells in his crib. The laundry room has jammies, crib sheets, twels, etc in a 4ft high stack, with a delightful smell permeating the air. Good thing we sprang for the Dupont stain protector for the couch.
Send us healthy vibes and wishes for no more puking...Erin
3 comments:
I'm so sorry! Puke is the most awful thing! You feel bad because they are sick and then guilty b/c you're so worried about them puking on you! Audrey did it all over me at the airport. I had no new clothes so I had to walk around covered in puke. It's a truly awful thing GROSSSSS!
Glad to see there are no pics to supplement this post. Hope Carter feels better soon!
Sorry Carter has the funk :(
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