My friends Paul and Becky are expecting their first baby in March. I advise them to avert their eyes lest their rosy view of their impending parenthood be cruelly tarnished.
At eight o’clock last night Amy told us she was poorly and needed medicine. Our first thought was that she just had a craving for the sugary stickiness of a spoonful of calpol, and this was reinforced when we asked her where she felt ill and she pointed to her chin. We changed our minds two minutes later however when she projectile vomited all over me. A pretty good definition of paternal love is the subconscious suppression of the natural instinct to recoil when you are spewed on, instead of pushing her away I brought her sobbing body towards me in a cuddle and received another dousing for my trouble.
We both stripped off and I went upstairs for a shower while Kerry cleaned Amy up. I got into my pajamas and then took her into our room to read her a story; at which point she vomited all over me and the bed. The rest of the night followed the same pattern, every half an hour or so she woke up crying and retching bile. She ended up sleeping in our bed surrounded by sandbags concocted of towels, while Kerry and Evan took refuge in her room.
By the time morning arrived I was a complete wreck, I had already been suffering the effects of sleep deprivation after driving to and from Filey twice over the weekend (long story), and the nights adventures in vomitland had done little to alleviate my suffering. Thankfully whatever it was that Amy had got had run it’s course. Of course we then had a overtired and grouchy three year old to deal with for the entire day.
Now we’re just waiting for Evan to get it.
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 3:45 am
Oooo, I have so much sympathy for you. Been there, done that.
Hope everyone is healthy (or stays healthy!)
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 8:47 am
We’ll give you some R&R at the weekend, although I know you are working, but you can grab a break as and when you want. Hope that no one else gets it and that Amy is feeling much better. See you soon.
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Hope she is feeling loads better and non vomity soon, hope none of the rest of you get it either.
Just thought - perhaps she was re-enacting scenes from horror films starting with The Exorcist. Be very afraid if she professes a love of George Romeros work though *grin*
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 5:07 pm
In terms of stuff everybody goes through, that’s is the toughest part of early parenting in many ways. I’m sure some of my clothes still whiff from the last bout. First time it happened, I was suited and booted and about to head off to work. Got changed, got sorted, gave him a cuddle, got the sweetest of nine month old smiles and he did it again…
Of course, the amount they can vomit is astonishing - you wouldn’t think there was that much volume in their dear, tiny little bodies, would you?
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 6:01 pm
Guess she couldn’t digest that pool water.
on Jan 31st, 2007 at 11:44 pm
Twelve bonus points to the first person who identifies the person who’s gravestone bares the inscription of this post’s title.
on Feb 1st, 2007 at 2:41 am
Spike Milligan!
I gotta get some points somehow–I never win your contests.
on Feb 1st, 2007 at 10:52 am
Hi sorry to read of the NASTY happenings, you are a STAR to deal with sickness like you described back in an olden age I had to deal with a similar situation - guess who was very VERY VERY sick as well -no points for the answer . TIP from George / put lots of newspaper around at this type of horror - its easier than mountains of towels sheels carpets to wash UGH. Glad the @oldies will be there with you soon. Hope Evan stays well and that Amy is better. Love from Spain A,Angie and U.George. xx