Puking toddler

Last night Aislinn threw up three times in bed (another thing that makes me glad she still sleeps with us...less up and down, though there were still the three sets of pajamas she went through). Her crib has been on Leo's side for months now, in preparation for the cosleeper that will be on my side, which meant he got to be the first responder AND the only one besides Aislinn who got any puke on him. She finally settled down between us and slept for about four or five hours, until 7:00, and insisted it was time to get up and eat. We thought this was a good sign, though I was still planning on staying home from church with her. Leo let me stay in bed while he got up with the kids (even though he was the FIRST responder, I also had to get up and help, and I think he's sensitive to the fact that I need to stay rested so I'm not lacking sleep or energy when it's time for the birth. Have I mentioned how great my husband is?). To be on the safe side, Aislinn got toast and applesauce for breakfast (part of a well rounded BRAT diet). But by 9:00, Leo was barrelling into the bedroom announcing, "Andrea! Time to get up!" because she had once again emptied her stomach, this time down his back and onto the floor and wall upstairs while he carried her. I had to chuckle at the sight of him with partially digested food down his back, and teased him that it was usually parents of infants, not toddlers, who had to endure such things.

She has been fine since, and Leo and Audrey are safely at church now. But it just occurred to me that considering Audrey's emergency and a puking Aislinn, it's probably a good thing the baby DIDN'T come on December 26, as I'd been hoping!