Oct. 17, 2006
A Happy-Go-Lucky Barfer is Born
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Ok...well maybe that's taking it a bit far. DISCLAIMER: This blog is going to be a bit graphic. But hey, my DAY has been a bit graphic. You just gotta roll with the punches. My 2-year-old woke me up at 4:30 this morning with a "Mom! (boohoo) I BARFED!" There is nothing good about being woken up that way. I got up, stumbled into her room and surveyed the damage. Wadded up the damage and took it down to the laundry room, briefly comforted the child and went back to bed WIDE AWAKE with my ears wide open. It wasn't until after I laid there for a few minutes that I realized that there was no precursor to the event. No moaning, no suffering, no crying and whining. She did what inevitably (apparently) had to be done, called for backup and went back to bed. What is that about?! When my oldest child had her first (in her memory) experience with vomiting, there were tears and fear and shaking and sobbing and her statement, that summed up the whole experience was "This is the WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!" She gets that from me. I would rather chew my arm off to escape a bear trap than throw up. I would sooner take a 4 hour nap naked in the snow than throw up. There is always a great deal of anticipation and struggle and grief and anxiety and pain and disgust and then relief followed directly by anticipation, struggle, grief...etc. etc. ad nauseum. My 2 year old daughter's statement (after the 2nd unpleasant episode) was "Mom, sometimes I barf." Absolutely matter-of-fact. Followed closely by "Mom. I love you." AWWWWW. I'm gonna keep this one. Just one more wonderful genetic quirk she obviously and fortunately inherited from my husband. Anyway, she's feeling better this evening. We all lived, the laundry is done and things seem to be returning to normal. Except... In the back of mind I keep thinking "Am I next?" (Cue the "Psycho" music here) |
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