There is no pretty way to share this. If you have a weak stomach or just don’t feel like reading about this subject, I understand if you skip this post. I really wouldn’t want to read it either but misery loves company and all of that so here it is.
Since being a mom, I have heard, “Mommy, I threw up on myself” maybe four times. Each time, I heard the voice before I saw the helpless child. Each time, my brain had a few seconds to imagine the worst and, luckily for all involved, it wasn’t so bad. That is, until tonight.
Man, was she covered. Well, more like caked. Ech. There she stood, frozen, arms out, pasted in clumps of chunk. She wasn’t even the worst of it. The bed, the tent on her bed, her beloved stuffed creatures (including her precious doggy Andrew sent her from Iraq when she was a baby), all of her special blankeys and her Barbie she fondly calls “Hannah Montana.” Poor Barbie/Hannah. She was really caught in the cross fire. There probably was an outline on the bed where she was because she took the brunt of it.
Are you still with me?
I just find it so amazing what we all are capable of as parents. From the stomach-turning throw up situations like tonight to the horrifying time they sampled poop as a snack (what, that hasn’t happened to you?), what prepared us for this? I find it incredible that we go into parent-mode and take care of business. I mean, really? Andrew will get sick at just the thought of throw up (he probably did just by reading this – if he did read it that is) and he took all of her sheets off of her bed. I touched vomit. Lots of it. With my bare hands.
We just do what we have to do I guess. If we don’t who will right? It’s not like I can say, “Nope. I’m not going to fix that right now.” I’m proud to say my hands smell like bleach, Nia is clean and sleeping in a fresh bed and I only threw away her p.j. shirt and pillow. (If we were made of money the sheets would likely be trashed too.)
Are You Zhazha? 
I guess the tummy bug is going around! I am so quesy too and when the dog (When we had him) or another adult gets sick, even Brian, I am right there getting sick from it. Last weekend though, I held a bowl under Andrew's face while he lost his dinner…lunch…maybe breakfast too. I rubbed his back and told him it was ok. Didn't bother me one bit.
Strange how the parent in us all jumps right out there and gets the job done! I'm not looking forward to hearing that sentence though!
Oh Nikki – that sounds so awful! Poor things (all of you)! I know exactly what you mean. Only after you're a parent can you understand the crazy instinct that makes you actually cup your hands under your child's mouth when he/she looks like she might throw up in public and there is no sink/bathroom nearby.Hope everyone is feeling much better today!