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September 4, 2009
Cloudy with a chance of barf
It's been one hell of a week.
Actually, it didn't start out so bad. Jamie still admits to loving school, Katie had her first day of preschool without a hint of anxiety (that I could see. And I was really looking!) Tae Kwon Do, Ice Cream Social at the school...
And then I had to plunge the downstairs toilet. I'm still not sure what clogged it. It actually looked like something came up, as opposed to something big being forced down. But after a couple minutes of scrambling, trying to find the plunger, everything worked it's way down just fine. Minor inconvenience.
Not going to let a tiny little white puffy cloud spoil my sunshiney week.
It was just after midnight when I heard my name being called from upstairs. Just once or twice, enough to wake me up and get me moving, but without any real urgency. In fact, by the time I was halfway up the stairs, I wondered if I had dreamed being called at all. I peeked my head in the girls room, anyway, just to make sure. That's when Jamie told me she had puked in her bed.
Oh, boy, had she puked in her bed.
How can a meal pass entirely through your GI tract in under 24 hours, but still be swirling around in your stomach in it's entirety 6 hours after you ate it? The upside is that most of the mess was in the middle of the bed, with just some minor drippage off the one side that landed on Katie's bed. Way better than the night of down-the-ladder. (I really do like bunk beds, most of the time.
I started stripping and remaking Jamie's bed while she changed, and then laid out on the floor. I was halfway through yanking the bottom sheet into place when I realized making the bed was stupid, since Jamie should really be sleeping somewhere more, uh, toilet accessible. Right about that time, Jamie made my point by running to the bathroom. I finished anyway, since I was already up there sweating, banged the crap out of my knee on the ladder, and stripped (and made) Katie's bed.
I sent Jamie on her way to the couch and bent to gather enough laundry to keep my washer busy most of the next day. That's when Katie started crying that she wanted someone to sleep with her. Oh, for... Talked Katie into having a good dream about butterflies, and then finally went down and got Jamie settled, then, uh, yeah, and then I got her settled again. She's apparently quite ok with barfing alone in the middle of the night, as long as she has her bowl, so I think I got to sleep in until 5, when Owen woke up the first time.
Jamie was pretty rung out the next morning, going so far as to fall asleep on the couch again before I had to take Katie to preschool. Luckily, she woke up before we had to leave, but I had to make the poor kid ride in the van (with barf bag). With as much energy as she showed, I probably could have left her home for the 20 minutes or so I was gone, but then I couldn't have blogged about it for fear CPS would be a knockin' at my door. As it was, I parked the van in front of the front door, asked the director to keep an eye out on the van, and Owen and I ran Katie into class. Cannot wait for the dropoff/pickup line to start. I was glad I didn't leave her in the middle of the parking lot, since I saw not one but TWO cops dropping kids off. I was nervous enough with the director on my side.
Around lunchtime, Jamie felt good enough to have some milk, and then some water and a bit of bread. Thank goodness she made it to the bathroom before that came back up, although I wish she had made the extra two feet to the toilet. By the time I was done, that entire bathroom had been scrubbed in ways it hadn't since we moved in.
Luckily, that was the last of yesterday's barf. It wasn't the last of the drama, thought. Owen managed to dump a cup of milk all over the couch and the carpet (I'm hoping I got that up, because I'm not fond of the smell of rotting milk in my living room.) and there was a bit of a poop incident with Katie. We generated 5 loads of laundry in 12 hours yesterday. Thank god I don't have to beat it on a rock.
I'm happy to say that in hindsight, I totally should have just sent Jamie to school today. The fever is gone, no one but the cat puked today, and eating and complaining have returned to normal levels.
Posted by me at September 4, 2009 5:52 PM
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As sucky as that was, glad the tummy thing was a fairly quick one.
Love how you snuck in the link to one of Dooce's best rants evar.
Posted by: Bec at September 4, 2009 11:25 PM