Wanna know how you tell when your child is not longer a baby?
When her spit up turns to straight VOMIT.
Last night, at 3am, I was all snuggly in my bed when I heard baby crying out for me. I contemplated ignoring her until she went back to sleep but decided to go check on her. I didn’t turn the light on, but the nightlight illuminated the room enough for me to see. I saw some dark spots on the bed and touched it. Then the rest of my senses kicked in and I smelled it.
I turned on the light and it was redrum everywhere. That baby had vomitted chunks of red stuff all over the bed. The only thing I could make out were goldfish crackers, but I know she enjoyed cupcakes and punch at a birthday party at school that day.
I snapped out of my sleepy state and snapped to action. I stripped the baby and the bed. I washed the baby and threw the sheets in the washer. I brushed teeth, gave kisses and got the baby settled in my own bed (surrounded by towels of course).
We managed to fall back asleep but she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 7am. We lazed in the bed for an hour or so and went downstairs. I was going to make breakfast but decided to start with a banana. Good thing because five minutes after she ate it she was puking it back up. Thankfully this time it was in the kitchen and on a hard surface and easy to clean. I patted her back and told her it was okay.
After I cleaned her up for the second time in 5 hours, I decided we’d lay low in the living room. I layed out a blanket on the floor so she wouldn’t puke all over my area rug. She asked for her paci and climbed up in my lap and went to sleep. I didn’t want to disturb her so I let her sleep in my arms for nearly two hours.
Thankfully, she was well by the afternoon. She took a long bath and then we headed out for a day of fun. But not before dropping the puke filled comforter off at the dry cleaners.