puke bucket

I was so thankful to get a small break last night from mom stuff and attend a Moxie get together. I was able to think through some good, tough questions and have great conversations with women from church. Even more exciting that when I arrived home to see both girls were in bed. I had some time to hang out and by the time I got there, I was soooo ready for bed.

So imagine my surprise to wake up around 1:30 am to my foot in something wet. My other foot feels a small person. I turned on the lamp and Elly was pretty much sleeping in puke at the foot of my bed. great. As I get up to clean everything up, she starts throwing up again. I'm rushing her to the bathroom, but we are not making good time and could have easily found our way back to the bed with our "bread crumb" trail if we had needed to.

At this point, Scott (who had fallen asleep downstairs) is making his way up to our room. We change her clothes, braid her hair, get her a make shift bed set up on the couch in our room, and change the sheets on our bed. All the while she's talking, and smiling asking questions about why I picked the blanket I picked? what is throw up? why do people throw up? etc... Before we get her tucked in again however, we have to rush once again (unsuccessfully) to the toilet. Then another pj change. We FINALLY get her in bed and for the next 4 hours or so, every 30 minutes, Elly is awake and trying to throw up in her puke bucket. Lovely.