If I had to guess, I’d say I’ve probably been thrown up on about 75 times this weekend. Poor Janey has a stomach virus. She’s been yacking every couple of hours like clockwork since Saturday. Just when you think there’s nothing left in her stomach…bwaaah! After she’s gone a few hours without puking and you think she’s out of the woods…bwaaah! The upside is that after a while there really is nothing left so she mostly just dry heaves. That’s a good thing when she’s sleeping next to you.
We have it down to a science now. As soon as she starts heaving we pick her up and point her, well, anywhere, as long as it isn’t toward the laptop. Mr. Rizzuto insists on giving her Pedialyte even though she can’t hold it down. His theory is that an electrolyte or two has to end up in her system before she throws it back up again.
Since Janey hasn’t stopped puking even long enough to sleep for a few hours in a row, I’m very tired. I can’t be mad at her though, because every time she gets sick she holds her arms up to me and says “he’p me Mommy!” She’s usually Daddy’s little princess, but at times like these I’m the only one she’ll allow near her. I can’t even let her off my lap without her crying.
I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead.