Putrid Puke

I got home from work, changed my clothes and headed to sit on the living room floor. The girls played with me and tj as we sat on the floor talking about our day. Camryn walks around now, but we are still not used to her being a walker. The girls seemed normal. Jaely had brought out a towel to wrap around her papa's shoulders as she "cut" his hair using a spoon and a fork. Everything was running as it always does. Then, Camryn dropped to her knees to crawl and made her way over to TJ. She then proceeded to throw up all over him. It was absolutly disgusting, but it got even worse. She is crying and red in the face. This is the first time she has thrown up. I hand TJ the towel Jaely was using and i go to get paper towel and a bowl when i looked at Camryn and she was eating the corn that she had just puked up. DISGUSTING! I said, "Cami, you do not eat that. You are not a dog. That is disgusting." She cried even harder because i used my mama voice to get this ever so important message across to her.

It was quite a night. Suddenly our normal evening got a tad more complicated. The carpet had to be cleaned, lest Cami would make a meal out of her puke. Dinner had to be made for those who were healthy enough to eat it. Camryn's clothes had to keep being changed, the bowl rinsed out and a load of laundry needed to be done. Dinner needed to be cleaned up and Jaely had to be put to bed. I followed Cami around with a bowl or a burp rag. She wanted to be cuddled, then would start to play and then throw up again. Camryn had a late night dry heaving as she tried to fall asleep. I just cuddled her and held her as she coughed up mucus and get really upset and then tried to get her to go back to sleep.

She seems a lot better today. . . although she did have a bout of diarrhea this evening. I pray that it doesn't pass through all of us over this break.

I think of how, for a moment, life kind of gets derailed when your child is sick. And then i think of my friend, Kathleen whose life has been derailed for almost 4 years as her youngest child battles leukemia. She rarely has "normal evenings."