Princess Pukey

High Point:

Having a husband that somehow knows when I need his help no matter what time it is.

Low Point:

3:30am and finding out that the little one definately is NOT better yet. Luckily my spidey-senses kicked in and made me randomly sit up in bed at that early hour in the morning...to which the munchkin puked all over her bed just seconds later.

I truly hope she's all better soon. I just feel horrible for her when she throws up. It's so traumatic for her. And smelly and icky for the rest of us. I took the sheets off her bed and got out some clean pajamas for her. Gathered up a dry diaper and a soft washcloth to clean her up. Felt like it took forever for the hot water to arrive. And while we were quiet and my husband was tucked away sleeping soundly, somehow he showed up with a pleasant smile and asked what he could do to help. He picked up our daughter and held her while the water finished heating up - neverminding that she still had some icky throw up on her. He offered to bring clothes to the washing machine...sheets, washclothes, the likes. And as I was trying to get myself into clean, dry pajamas he took the onslaught of the next bout of vomit-ville. He's so darn smart though and held her horizontally over the sink - saved me from having to change her into another set of pjs. He tucked us both into the guest bed, after helping with getting a bottle and towels laid out just in case she got sick again.

It took us a long time to fall asleep, and our morning still started early...

But so far so good. Cross your fingers that Princess Pukey is done with her business.