Pobrecita...

Rachel woke up in the middle of the night -- 12:45 a.m., to be exact -- after a bout of coughing. Drew heard her; I was in a dead sleep after taking NyQuil to finally zap this cold and laryngitis thing I've picked up.

Drew opened the bedroom door and said, "Uh, Lisa? We have a problem. Rachel threw up all over her mattress."

I was out of bed in a shot. I lifted up her fitted sheet, threw it in the hamper and wiped the mattress with a sponge (not much had soaked through, although I was so zonked out on the medicine that I couldn't really tell). Drew, meanwhile, had drawn a warm bath for Rachel and sponged the vomit off her face.

"Her mattress still smells," I told Drew. "What should I spray it with?"
"Lysol," he suggested.

So, I did, and then held her while he put the bed back together. She was very quiet, wrapped in her sunflower towel, while I gently rocked her. Then Drew told me to get back to bed while he put her down.

She ended up sleeping until 10 a.m.! I'm glad Drew didn't wake her up. At daycare, Teacher Karen said there's a 24-hour bug going around. For some reason it has affected mostly boys, who were out today, leaving the toddler girls to rule.