One of those nights
It’s 3:30 am and I am having one of those nights. Every mother knows the one I’m talking about. The one where you cannot go back to sleep after being awakened by the worst possible noise – “Mommy, I don’t feel good” then the unmistakable prodrome of gagging followed by the inevitable outcome of throw up – everywhere. This child went to bed completely well, has no fever and will likely awaken with no memory of the event. My children all seem to have that ability (they get it from me). However, there is the small chance that this is the beginning of something more – the dreaded stomach virus. And hence the waiting, and the watching, and the lack of sleep. The mess is clean, and the child is back in bed now, tucked away, feeling better. The next couple of hours will tell the tale and the fate of the family over the next week depends on them. You see, with 4 kids, there is little way to get through a GI bug in less than 7-10 days.
So far, so good. Praying in earnest that this is simply too many noodles for dinner; praying that the rumble in my stomach is nothing more than hunger; and praying that my mind can settle soon so Mommy doesn’t get sick from lack of sleep.