On my knees, in the hallway, I'm thinking....
Oohh, Mr W. Wow-oww, Mr W. Mmmm, a little to the left--
I'm holding my breath, wondering how does he do that?
How does he sleep through another episode of vomitus nocturnus?
I was turning out the lights, doing the nightly rounds of "did I lock that door?" when Ryan stumbles into me in the kitchen. "Sweetie, did you have a bad dream?" (he's not been sleeping well, stomaches and nightmares, fun fun)
"I have to throw up." "Oh! Okay!" I move into high gear, spin him around and start heading down the hall towards the bathroom; half-carrying him and rushing. No small feat in the dark, considering my lack of grace.
We turn the corner. I hear the dread 'glurp' sound in his stomach, the gurgle in the throat and instinctively put him down just as he lets it go. Groaning inwardly, but patient on the outside, I ask him if he's okay; at the same time scooting around the mess and getting him to the bathroom just in time for round two. (Feel my barefooted gross pain, folks.)
Poor kid. He's not getting a break in this.
Poor Mom. She's not getting a break in this, either.
I got him squared away, back in bed, and went to clean it all up. Which puts us back at my hallway scene; where I'm taking care of business.
Mr W slept through it because he's had a couple of long days at work. Fair enough. I know he's tired, and can hear his not-so-gentle snore as I mop it up. A very reassuring sound in the middle of the night, I have to admit.
I did make another mad dash to the bathroom about 30 minutes later, for Audrey. Never knew I could jump out of bed, scoop up a little one, and make it to the bathroom that fast! Thankfully, it was a false alarm, a couple of dry heaves, and she settled right back down afterwards.
Hey, I'm Supermom! Able to leap small puddles of puke in the middle of the night! lol
I was feeling like Supermom for a brief bit this morning. Got the kids up, to school on time, in spite of my own bout with "just five more minutes" and the bath I had to give Max. After dropping them off, we got Max to the vet (he weighed in at a healthy 47.6 lbs, lil piggie) and came home. I made Ryan a dr appt, and then it hit me, as I replayed the vet's receptionist's voice in my head... "call us at 3 and we'll set up a pickup appt for you between 5 and 7."
I'm double booked. Kids have aikido at the same time.
Whoops. I'm not Supermom. That's okay, it's too hot here for tights.
It appears I'm gonna have to activate the powers of the Wonderfriends... :)