Deja Vu
We had our first experience with late-night vomiting shortly after S-Boogie turned one. I heard her crying in her crib one night, and when I went in to check I realized quickly that something was horribly wrong. Thankfully we only really had a few more incidents with her; my life has been vomit-free for about two years now.
Until last night. I had finished cleaning the kitchen and was just sitting down to start watching a movie when I heard Little Dude crying. That's not so unusual these days, so I went in to check on him. He was standing up in his crib. I picked him up, cuddled his head against my chest, and suddenly realized that the room smelled horrible. I turned on the light and saw that he was covered in vomit and was kindly rubbing it on my shirt. The crib was covered with it. He'd managed to do it in a corner of the crib and get it down the wall and the floor too. Nice.
I got everything in the washer and gave him a quick bath and clean pajamas. We sat down to watch my movie and then he slept for about an hour before waking up to barf again. I had grabbed a towel, but wasn't quite quick enough and he got barf all over my shirt and his pajamas. We changed again, and this time I covered myself with the towel before laying him on my chest. He barfed a little more, but then settled down to sleep. I crossed my fingers and put him in bed, where he slept until 5:30 this morning. When he got up I could tell he was very hungry and thirsty. So I wrapped myself in a towel again and gave him some watered-down juice. He kept that down for an hour while we dozed on the couch, so I relented and gave him his morning milk. So far, so good. I hope it was just the fact that he ate a ton of cantaloupe for dinner. Or maybe there's just some sort of inner timing that says that when you are 12 1/2 months old you must spend the night vomiting.
Until last night. I had finished cleaning the kitchen and was just sitting down to start watching a movie when I heard Little Dude crying. That's not so unusual these days, so I went in to check on him. He was standing up in his crib. I picked him up, cuddled his head against my chest, and suddenly realized that the room smelled horrible. I turned on the light and saw that he was covered in vomit and was kindly rubbing it on my shirt. The crib was covered with it. He'd managed to do it in a corner of the crib and get it down the wall and the floor too. Nice.
I got everything in the washer and gave him a quick bath and clean pajamas. We sat down to watch my movie and then he slept for about an hour before waking up to barf again. I had grabbed a towel, but wasn't quite quick enough and he got barf all over my shirt and his pajamas. We changed again, and this time I covered myself with the towel before laying him on my chest. He barfed a little more, but then settled down to sleep. I crossed my fingers and put him in bed, where he slept until 5:30 this morning. When he got up I could tell he was very hungry and thirsty. So I wrapped myself in a towel again and gave him some watered-down juice. He kept that down for an hour while we dozed on the couch, so I relented and gave him his morning milk. So far, so good. I hope it was just the fact that he ate a ton of cantaloupe for dinner. Or maybe there's just some sort of inner timing that says that when you are 12 1/2 months old you must spend the night vomiting.
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When DesTot was almost two, I heard her crying one night upstairs (this was when we lived in TX), but I figured she was fine and just needed to go back to sleep. The next morning, I realized what had happened--the smell gave it away before I saw anything. I felt so horrible. She had just lain back down in it and gone to sleep. (*Cue Bad Mom mantra in my mind*). My mom did the same thing to my little brother one time. Good on you for responding promptly!