I posted this on Facebook early this morning:
Just when I was getting all sentimental about babies and thinking how nice it would be if I had a second one, I was reminded of just exactly how kid vomit smells at 3:20 a.m. on a Saturday. So, that's something.
I was up late last night paying bills, getting my checkbook in order, sorting through magazines, etc. -- stuff I like to do before getting ready for a trip -- and so I had only been asleep two hours when Rachel knocked on the bedroom door (Drew had gone to the gym) and said, in a teary voice, "Mom, I threw up." I leaped out of bed and went to her room and there was vomit everywhere -- the carpet, the sheets, the pillow, the bathroom floor, the bathroom rug, the toilet, the sink. It was mostly carrots, the last thing she ate before going to bed last night. As I grabbed a sponge and started scrubbing away, she apologized and then said, "You're the best Mom EVER," while crying. I tried to soothe her, and took her downstairs to the dining room and made her eat some applesauce. About that time I called down to Drew, who had come home from the gym, taken some cold medicine and was watching "The Producers." He took all the soiled laundry downstairs and put it in the washing machine while I calmly (and sleepily) explained to Rachel why applesauce works well when you've just thrown up. She finished half of it, then willingly went upstairs to bed. I followed, and well ended up turning in at around 4:30 a.m.
Luckily we slept late this morning. I had to transcribe some notes for a story I'm working on, which I did for much of the day after around 1 p.m. (I had hoped to start on this task three hours earlier than that, alas), and then Drew and Rachel went to get her a haircut, shop for holiday dresses and then they came home. We had pizza for dinner and watched a movie.
I hope whatever it is that was bothering Rachel is now out of her stomach. Grandma reminded me today of the time I threw up on her and Grandpa's bedroom wall when I was little. Rachel found that story so delightful that she made me tell it over again -- word for word -- while she cracked up. I think it amuses her to know that Mommy was a lot like she is when I was little.
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