It was a long night. Our daughter decided to start barfing at 3:15. That means the rest of the night I was on high alert for the "signs" while comforting her in her bed.
3:58 - that familiar sound and cry of, "OH NO, NOT AGAIN!" We were prepared with the trash can at her bedside. It's important to remember, when using a trash can for this task, it needs to be solid, no seams to make it easy to rinse after.
There is one more bit of advice. It's OK to be there for her, comforting, patting her back, but be sure to have your head back far enough in case the receptacle is a bit narrow which causes the dreaded wretch back splash. I nearly escaped, but not quite. I almost had to borrow it back from her as I was inspired and completely grossed out.
She was so upset, I did my best to mask my utter disgust at being splattered. I was grateful by the next occurrence at 5:58 she was able to make it all the way to the bathroom.
Not only did I have the actual experience with her, but my dreams were filled with barfing children. I had some niece in a dream. She was young and her stepfather had dropped her off.... her real father was Ray Liotta, who was so grateful I handled the barf scene he gave me a wad of $100's. Some dream, huh? I awakened at 7:30 without any money in my hand, but grateful that the barf that was all over the house in my dream wasn't real. Whew!
It's been a long day, but she's on the mend.
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