Mommy is comfort
posted in Uncategorized |Thursday night, I was chit-chatting with OmegaDad downstairs, waiting for the dryer to finish up so I could fold some clothes and switch loads before heading off to bed. Then I heard what I thought was the dotter raising a cry, scuttled upstairs, found all quiet and dark, and headed back downstairs.
At which point, OmegaDad, who had headed upstairs at the same time, yelled down that the dotter had just vomited and could I help clean up?
She had been trying to get to the bathroom, but didn’t make it. She sat, half-asleep, befuddled and miserable, on one side of a huge puddle, while daddy and I were on the other side, paper towels and Windex in hand, cleaning. She was just as miserable in the bathtub while we cleaned her off. And afterwards, all wrapped snugly in her fluffy blue bathrobe, she marched into our bedroom, crawled into our bed, held out her hand to me soundlessly, and snuggled up beside me.
We spent the next day snuggled on the futon, watching videos. I’d hold her hair back as she heaved. I’d clean the bowl out. I’d try this light meal and the next. Nothing stayed down all day.
Hopefully, today is better.
