Friday night was a stay at home, relax, and clean-up night for us. I guess you could call it a family night because we were all together, but we didn’t have anything special.
Part way through the living room clean up our 3 yr. old daughter ran off to the bathroom. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard my husband groaning.
Our daughter had thrown-up. She made it to the bathroom, but she didn’t stay in one place. My husband reported that first she went to the sink, threw up; then started to the toilet, but hesitated and wiped out the rug. Here’s more information than you probably care to know. He said that she pretty much got every surface under 3 ft high.
Now, this wonderful man of mine cleaned it all up! I operated the washing machine, but he got our girl in the tub and everything else cleaned. Part of the reason that he cleaned it up is that if I would have walked in there he would have more mess to clean up. I profusely thanked him and comforted the 3 year old. She learned how to use a bucket beside her bed for over night.
A couple hours later after we got everyone in bed our 17 month daughter proceeded to wipe out her entire crib. My Mr. Wonderful again cleaned up the mess while I wiped the baby off and rocked her. I always feel so bad for the babies because they don’t know what’s going on; they’re scared, and sick, and stink.
We took it easy with clear liquids and crackers for breakfast and praise the Lord they both seem to be much better.