Same Stuff, Different Night (or early morning)

I had trouble sleeping last night. My body is tired, but my mind doesn't want to sleep. Most nights, I lay in bed, reading until my eyes get heavy. Last night, as I checked the clock periodically, watching the hours ticking away without mercy, it was nearly 2 a.m. when I finally closed the book and started to slide into a slumber.

Mommy?

It was M, standing beside the bed. I throwed up all over the side of my bed.

She'd made an attempt to get to the bathroom, but her stomach wouldn't wait. Every layer of the bedding was hit, down to the mattress cover. There were chunks to clean up before the sheets were stripped. (you're welcome)

The smell. Not so pleasant.

It's in the job description though. You must clean up stomach contents from various surfaces without hurling yourself. The weird thing about being a mom though, for me, is that I have an easier time dealing with cleaning up my kids' sick than my own.

That's love, huh?

With clean sheets on the bed and M tucked back in with a bucket this time, I attempted to recreate that near-slumber state that I was in just a half-hour earlier when I heard her retching again.

You okay?

Yes Mommy, but I don't want to be alone in here.

I got a sheet and some towels to lay down on her bed/couch to protect it and the floor from errant vomit and settled her on the floor in our bedroom. This allowed me to awaken every hour as she retched more.

Let's just say it wasn't a restful night.

And K was up early as usual in spite of the attempt to block out the sun with a blanket over the window. I think we'll be watching a lot of movies today.