Puke Happens

As my daughter gets fussier than normal in the back seat of the car, and my nerves are on edge because I can't understand why on earth she's being this ornery, I finally tell my husband I'm going to climb in back to keep her entertained until we get home. As I position myself to get over the middle console, vomit blows out of her face.

My heart breaks, and I feel guilty for initially being upset at her fussing, when in fact she was trying to express that she wasn't feeling well. As I try to wipe her clean a bit, and comfort her, she suddenly realizes that she smells and is drenched in chunks. I try to distract her to avoid noticing, when that little face looks up at me with crocodile tears, holds out her finger with puke on it and says in such utter disgust and horror, "Mommy yuckyeeeee!!!" I held back laughter because it was so cute but sad at the same time. My little princess realized -- to her horror -- that she feels icky, so much that she began sobbing and repeated over and over again, "Yucky." I tell her it's okay because we're almost home and can take a bath, and then I use a variety of distraction tactics to keep her mind occupied because God forbid she wants me to take her out of the car seat, causing vomit to come in contact with everything other than its strategically isolated car seat.

After her bath and a bite to eat, she snuggles up with me on the couch. She's been ill overnight, and I can't explain it, but the love you feel as you stroke your child's head because they're exhausted from a restless night, you're exhausted from a restless night, but you feel the love. You get joy from being able to get an hour of sleep only to have to repeat the same thing over again the next day.  It's truly a priceless feeling. As I continue to comfort her, I feel comfort and realize that, sick kids bring out the real mother in you.

-OzzyMommy

P.S. A helpful hint to get vomit out of furniture:  Use one part vinegar, one part water and some baking soda.

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