Parenthood
You know...it only takes just a few hours before everything turns from fabulous to...well....shit. Such was the case Saturday night. T gets home, we head to bed and lay there talking about the day when we hear a knock coming from Aubrey's room. And then a cough. And then the sound of it. Puking.
Shit.
T says he never saw me jump up into action so quickly. The poor girl. I'm not sure what hit her, but she couldn't stop getting sick. I always swore that I would never be able to stomach seeing someone else's vomit before I had a kid. Now, as a mom, I find myself trying to catch it with my hands and getting throw up on without batting an eye. The poor kid. The thing that broke my heart was she had no idea what was going on and was just freaking out. I knew right around the third time she got sick that I wasn't going anywhere. So I had T get me a blanket and pillow and I laid with her on the floor holding the bucket for her. She eventually fell asleep around 1:30 as I tossed and turned. Sleeping on the floor at almost 33-years-old? Yeah....pain.
She woke up sometime around 5:00 and for some reason decided to go near the nightlight and lay down there and slept for a bit, and then before I knew it she was laying on my pillow, quickly pushing me off of it. We slept some more. She woke me up around 6:00 a.m. in a much much better mood "Be up, Mommy!" So with that, she was fine. And with that and for the rest of the day, T and I both felt like something ran us over.
There are times when being a parent is the most amazing thing in the world, and then there are times where you're like "really? this sort of sucks..." Last night was one of those nights. And it's not the sucks in that I didn't get sleep thing. It's the "this sucks" because someone I love and someone who had no idea what was going on was so scared and not feeling well. And all she wanted was her Mommy. That part, I love, but I sure as hell didn't love the situation.
Parenthood. One of the biggest blessings but equally most challenging these I have ever done in my life.
We went through a bout of the stomach stuff last week. Turbo handled it OK, but poor Bruiser just kept saying he wanted it to stop. You feel so helpless at times like those. The cuddles help.
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