When Harper was a newborn, we found our pretty early on she had a senstive tummy. How, you may ask? Well, she had a tendency to nurse, then puke down my shirt. Good times, let me tell ya. So, fast forward 20 months. Tuesday night she had an odd mixture of dinner: chicken fried rice, cherry tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, and a clementine. We also had a bath, where she drank a ton of bathwater, as well as some lotion. She went to bed fine, and Erich and I settled in to watch New Girl. About 10 minutes later she was crying, so Erich went to check on her...and I hear through the monitor:
Erich--Harper, go to sle...what is that? Did you puke? OMG you puked. OMG Susie, she puked. A lot. You should probably come up here.
So, poor girl had puked what we thought to be all her dinner, all over her bed. Out into the tub, wiped down, changed, and laying with me. She had kind of fell asleep and I was carrying her back to her room when Wave 2 hit. Erich had just gone downstairs with the laundry, and she lost it all over my chest, down my shirt, bra, you name it, she hit it. But amazingly enough, missed herself. I put her down in the bathroom where she proceeded to nail both rugs, but not the toiliet. So then Erich got her cleaned up, I rinsed my clothes and self, and then set up a bed on the floor, and also added a towel to her bed. She fell asleep pretty easy, so back to bed she went. And about an hour later, 3rd time is charm...smart girl though, she must have learned over either side of herself, because she didn't get any on her.
She must have been in shellshock or something, because she didn't say a word the entire time, nor did she want a pacifier. She would kind of nod if you asked her a question, but otherwise she was mute, which is strange for her. We put her down the last time around midnight, and I knew she was feeling better when she woke at 4--puke free--asking for her pacifier. Ugh.
So Harper and I had a sick day yesterday. We watched Sesame Street, and some other interesting PBS shows, who knew Martin Short voiced the Cat in the Hat? Kind of annoying, not going to lie. Then after her 3 hour nap, we ran to the library, where we ran into some friends, so that was fun for her...and me. Got some new books to try out...and I can already say this. The book, Score one for the Sloths, not a great read. The illustrations are funny, because they're sloths, and I like sloths. But the storyline was not so great. Trust me here. Curious George Visits the Chocolate Factory, on the other hand, is a go. But can you really go wrong with Curious George? That monkey is just crazy.
Erich--Harper, go to sle...what is that? Did you puke? OMG you puked. OMG Susie, she puked. A lot. You should probably come up here.
So, poor girl had puked what we thought to be all her dinner, all over her bed. Out into the tub, wiped down, changed, and laying with me. She had kind of fell asleep and I was carrying her back to her room when Wave 2 hit. Erich had just gone downstairs with the laundry, and she lost it all over my chest, down my shirt, bra, you name it, she hit it. But amazingly enough, missed herself. I put her down in the bathroom where she proceeded to nail both rugs, but not the toiliet. So then Erich got her cleaned up, I rinsed my clothes and self, and then set up a bed on the floor, and also added a towel to her bed. She fell asleep pretty easy, so back to bed she went. And about an hour later, 3rd time is charm...smart girl though, she must have learned over either side of herself, because she didn't get any on her.
She must have been in shellshock or something, because she didn't say a word the entire time, nor did she want a pacifier. She would kind of nod if you asked her a question, but otherwise she was mute, which is strange for her. We put her down the last time around midnight, and I knew she was feeling better when she woke at 4--puke free--asking for her pacifier. Ugh.
So Harper and I had a sick day yesterday. We watched Sesame Street, and some other interesting PBS shows, who knew Martin Short voiced the Cat in the Hat? Kind of annoying, not going to lie. Then after her 3 hour nap, we ran to the library, where we ran into some friends, so that was fun for her...and me. Got some new books to try out...and I can already say this. The book, Score one for the Sloths, not a great read. The illustrations are funny, because they're sloths, and I like sloths. But the storyline was not so great. Trust me here. Curious George Visits the Chocolate Factory, on the other hand, is a go. But can you really go wrong with Curious George? That monkey is just crazy.
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