Ugh.
So Wedneasday night/Thursday morning at 3:30AM, Jacob wakes us up by tossing his cookies in our bed. Shortly thereafter (and very shortly after Cotton got the bed clean, lol) Lucy gives us an encore for him.
So... I was up all night Wednessday night with them. By Thursday evening, everyone seemed to be fine.
Then LAST night (Sat), Jacob wakes up around 2AM doing "that cry."
Oh no. At least he was in his bed (in my room) this time. I can honeslty say I have never seen so much vomit come from one person. TMI- I know, but GEEZ!
I get him cleaned up and into his bed (in his room), turn on Sprout (
24 hour preschool TV! You don't know how great that is until you need it!)...
I make myself and Lucy comfortable in his other bed (in his room).
*Let me interject here that, if you haven't figured it out yet, we are a cosleeping family. Jacob now sleeps in a toddler bed in our room- Lucy sleeps wherever Momma is.
We made a choice to do it, and we are very happy with it, except for when someone pukes in our bed- of course.
Back to the story*
Jacob actually seemed to have emptied out on the first run this time- so as they watch Boobah and Teletubbies, I start to snooze...
Only to be awakened by a strange feeling on my leg.
Lucy had very quietly thrown up all over me and the bed, and was gently whimpering "Momma?" Poor girly. :o(
I'll spare you a few details- although why bother at this point, right?
But we also went through a lot of diapers and a couple of underoos. Stomach bugs are so awful.
Now at 11:30, I've been awake for an hour. They are eating- watching TV (yes AGAIN- give me a break, I'm exhausted), and seem to be okay. Cotton is at work.
And I just need a nap.