Not Fun

I made it three years, but my good fortune has officially come to a screeching halt. It's something every mother eventually has to deal with; perhaps it might even be considered a rite of passage. Certainly not pleasant, but surprisingly bearable. Yes, yesterday I got to clean up my first vomit-covered bed and child. Ewwwwww. Poor Aubree - she was begging for a nap (I knew there was a problem when she asked to go to bed) and about half and hour after she fell asleep I heard a panicked and choked-off, "Mom!" I hurried to her room, pushed open the door and saw her lying with puke all around her and she was still throwing up. In a half-second hesitation I quickly ran threw a list of possible responses:

- Go to the kitchen and grab a bowl? (No, that will take too long and she needs me.)
- Immediately go to her side to comfort her? (No, I have to have something to contain the continual spouting.)
- Grab a towel? (Yes, that will work.) - GO!

Thankfully Bryce was also sleeping so I could more easily help Aubree. It was really gross, but I was impressed with how calm Aubree stayed. I was also amazed at how much vomit someone so small could produce. It covered her sheets, pillow (I threw the pillow away!), blankets, bed railing, wall, and even the boxes under the bed. Thank goodness for clorox wipes and washing machines!
Aubree spent most of the rest of the day resting and drinking water. She didn't want to eat, but seemed to be feeling a bit better. In the evening she went to bed easily, but woke up crying for me about an hour later. Fearing a repeat of earlier in the day, I sped to her room with a bowl in hand. However, I think Aubree was half-delirious and in a lot of pain. She kept flapping her arms and pointing around and saying weird things. I tried to hold her, but she jumped out of my arms and flapped around the room crying. It was really starting to freak me out because she wouldn't (or couldn't) respond to me appropriately (Mark was not home - he was at a meeting at the Church). Just when I began to get seriously concerned, she calmed down and came to her senses. Her stomach still hurt a lot and she threw up again not too much later. She ended up spending the night in our bed (thankfully she didn't throw up there!) and is a bit better today, but still not 100%.
I hate when Aubree's sick. It's horrible to see her so miserable and to be helpless to fix the problem. I just hope Bryce doesn't get sick too, because as bad as having a sick preschooler is, having a sick baby is even worse!