Early at the butt crack of dawn my husband woke me up and told me he
had gone into our daughter's room when he heard her start to cry, and
she had apparently v*ed up her dinner all over herself and on her bed.
I took a deep breath because my first thought was to panic what if it was
a virus???
Well I stripped her bed and put the soiled linens in the washer. I also gave
her a bath and coaxed her because she was crying. She actually started
smiling at us. Then we gave her hugs and let her know it was okay and I
put new sheets on her bed and a new quilt. She fell asleep and was fine
this morning. She ate her breakfast and played. I felt so good about it.
She doesn't have a sv because she just ate a lot at dinner and drank a ton
of juice. She has a very sensitive stomach. She was diagnosed with acid
reflux as an infant. So she sometimes chokes up food. This time it was
actual v*
But I didn't freak out once, I was even able to comfort her. It felt so good
to do.
I just don't want her to be afraid when she's sick like me, I want her to at
least have the mentality it is something that happens and her momma
and daddy still love her to pieces. She did so well, I am very proud of her.