Bodily Fluids

Short stack has some wiring in her body that makes her throw up if she has too much mucus. Whoever heard of a kid not having too much mucus? Or mu-kose as it's referred to in our house.

So we're going on day 7 of rapid fire vomiting in her crib right as she is falling asleep. (that's the killer, OMG) Tonight was no exception except that she and Grand Slam were allowed to try and sleep in the same room tonight. Here is some vintage dialogue I heard:

GS: So, what shirt are you wearing tomorrow because I like green.
SS: Oh. I like pink.
GS: Yeah, bunny and giraffe are going to wear blue. And lion is going to wear blue. That's fierce.
SS: Oh. Well brand new baby is going to wear nekkid.
GS: Oh. Yeah. But sweetie she will be really cold.
SS: But brand new baby is going to wear blue. But brand new baby is going to wear pink.
GS: But I am going to wear green.

And this went on and on.....

Then I hear, cough...cough. I know what's coming. I race into the room and yell, "Are you going to throw up??!!" No. Uhghhhrrrrrllllll. (sound of the upchuck)

I pick her up as fast as I can. But I am not fast enough. The hurl rages against the windows and far walls only to be stopped by train table with a barnyard full of animals sleeping on their sides. I rush her into the bathroom and hold her head over the toilet. She goes and goes and goes. It's funny how timeless holding someones head over the toilet is..I mean I've done it for countless friends, myself, my husband. I think of my Mother doing it for someone and her Mother and on and on. But never did I dream I would be holding my 2 year old daughters head over the can to vomit. We are related though.

Most of it goes down her front. I can tell it's all over the floor. She's shaking and scared. But quickly she's smiling and experiencing that post hurl euphoria. You know what I'm talking about. It's such a crazy ride to feel so miserable one minute and so utter fabulous the next after you've thrown up. I'm about to start the triage when she suddenly throws her arms around my neck, slamming her body into mine and whispers, "I wuv you too, Mommy." And there we are. Hugging. Giggling. Making a double stuff puke Oreo. And I'm happy.

I'll never understand why she said, "I wuv you TOO, Mommy." But I guess, you know, on some level she knows that holding your head over the toilet is as close as it gets to knock down, drag out real love. So she just answered me back.

I wuv you too, Short Stack.