****Warning: This post is gross. As in, it talks about vomit. Continue reading at your own risk.****
My very first Mother's Day (2003) was spent in the hospital, in labor (for 16 hours). It was the day Lauren was born. People always commented to me about how having a baby is the best way to spend Mother's Day. Do not be fooled. It is the WORST way to spend Mother's Day.
But, seven years later, I almost managed to top it.
Saturday night, around 11:30, Brian and I were watching a movie and heard some strange noises upstairs. We went up to investigate and found Baker sound asleep in the middle of the playroom floor. In a puddle of vomit. There was a trail that led to his bedroom where we found much, much more. His bed was soaked to the mattress, it was all over the floor and dripping down one wall. Brian put Baker in the bathtub while I stripped the bed and began cleaning the carpets. After Baker was cleaned up and changed into clean PJs, we moved him downstairs to our room, finished cleaning the carpets and put all of his bedding in the laundry. We hoped that would be the end of it. It was a foolish hope. Really, we should have known better.
That night, Baker proceeded to throw up nearly every hour. We cleaned more carpets. We did more laundry (I think a total of five full loads that night, but I lost count). It was exhausting. And disgusting. And so, so miserable (especially for poor Baker).
At 7:15 Sunday morning, when we woke up yet again to the sounds of Baker being sick, Brian turned to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day, Honey!"
And I nearly punched him in the face.
Did you have a special Mother's Day, too?
4 comments:
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Sorry your Mother's day wasn't so fabulous. Hopefully you can treat yourself to something to make up for it. Glad to hear Baker is doing better and I hope your carpets survived and pulled through without any stains.
Love your Blogs!!!
Awww, poor little guy.
Maybe pretend like NEXT Sunday is Mother's Day instead?
Mine sucked too. Mike was in surgery for half of the day, so I got all three kids ready for 9:00 church alone, and wrestled them all through sacrament alone, and them dropped Noah of for his first day of Nursery, only to have to go back in there becuse he wouldn't stop crying for an hour. Mike did make it home around 2:30 and I got a nice nap and he made dinner and cleaned up afterwards, so it wasn't a total loss. Sorry about the sick kids. The vomits are the worst!!! At least you got a peach tree out of it. LOve you.
I almost punched my husband in the face on Mother's Day too. Now that would have made it a Happier day for sure. LOL. I'm sorry about Baker... poor guy and oh so poor you. You were stinkin' hot at church in your tall "hooker" boots though. I never would have known that you spent the whole night cleaning up vomit.
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