Truett started to call for us around 3 am. Sam got up and went to his room and, shortly after that, called for me saying he needed some help. I assumed that Tru had wet through his pull-ups and that Sam wanted me to change him while he changed the sheets. If only I had been so lucky.
Instead, Truett had thrown-up and it was everywhere. We had to strip the bed and him. I had to wash out blankets and sheets and pajamas before I could put them into the washing machine. I had to wipe down the carpet and the wall and the plastic bouncy horse that was unfortunate enough to be standing next the crib. Sam had to wipe down Truett and the bed.
It was awful! I'm fine with rubbing someone's back or putting a wet washcloth on their neck while they kneel over the toilet. I can deal with the noises. But cleaning it up was rough. Not quite cleaning-out-the-drain-in-the-shower-rough, but still fairly bad.
This was my first experience with this. Besides the typical baby spit-up and one incident with bananas, we haven't had any vomiting. And I always knew it was a blessing but never realized how much of one until last night. If I can go the rest of my life without ever having to do that again, I will consider myself lucky. Let me put it this way. I would rather come up with my own craft project for my kids, one that included glitter, than to do that again. Well, maybe.
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