Hope has a little Jerry Seinfeld in her or so I thought. Most kids barf a lot. Emily did more than her fair share between the ages of 0 and 2 and I expected the same from Hope but I racked my brain around 2:00 am last night and realized she'd only barfed once. Well, once before last night. To her credit, she made sure that she made up for her dry spell with volume.
Hope woke up crying around 9:30 last night but I was able to easily get her back to sleep. She was up again at 10:00; again I got her back to sleep. At 10:15 she was up again. I held her in the chair covered in a blanket, thinking she was cold. We cuddled for a while. Until she puked all over my shirt and then kept puking, covering the chair and carpet. Luckily John was in the basement on the other end of the monitor and came to help with the substantial clean-up. Hope ended up having a full bath and hair wash at 10:30. I could have used one myself.
She hung out in bed with us for a while, playing. I put her back to bed around 11:30. I went back to bed and heard her chatting, then crying, then spewing again. Another change of clothes, bedding. I took her back in bed with me where we snuggled and finally fell asleep around 12:30 or so.
I haven't slept with Hope in months and months. She's never been good at it. As a newborn, she was always looking for boob. As a toddler, she only wants to play. Last night she finally gave in and went to sleep and it was so nice to sleep with her, if only for a little while. She snuggled right against me, actually pushing me off the bed at one point, keeping my chest warm and my face full of her curls. I got to breathe her in for about 2 hours. It was heaven.
Around 2:30 she woke up again and started to play so I got Grobag number 3 (her two other sleep sacks had been soiled by this point - luckily I have an ample supply), put her to bed and she slept until 8:00.
Poor kid. I hope she is better today. So far, so good. Me? I'm planning on finishing my cappuccino and then starting on laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.