Last night, Brooke kept waking up crying to be held. We’re not sure what’s going on since she’s usually a great sleeper. At one point, Mike and I thought we’d let her cry it out. It was getting pretty severe, so Mike went in to check on her. Next thing I heard was, “Honey, she threw up. It’s everywhere.”
I ran in to help. Mike passed me Brooke and I took off her PJs and washed her off. I see that he already put her blanket in the tub and thought that was it. Mike yells at me, “What did she eat?! It stinks!” I said, “Food.” (Since when does vomit not stink?)
On my way out of the bathroom, my foot got damp. Gross. I yelled, “It’s on the carpet?!” Mike yells back, “Yes, I told you it’s everywhere.” At this point, Aidan woke up crying and is laying in our bed. I rinsed off my foot and in the hallway is my ottoman, covered in vomit. I yelled out, “The ottoman too?!” Mike yells back, “Yes, I told you it’s everywhere.”
So I go in and sit with Aidan, who, at the mere sight of me, starts to whimper and tries to climb up my shoulder to be held. At this point, Brooke seeing that she may ‘lose Mommy’ whimpers and grabs onto my shoulder. So I had two kids clawing at me and whimpering and Mike was knee deep in vomit.
We finished cleaning up and putting them back into their cribs around 12:30am. Ah, the joys of parenting…