It took me a moment to snap out of my shock, then we got to cleaning up. Allan took Harper to our bathtub while I stripped her bed and cleaned her carpet. Those of you who know my absolute fear of throwing up know that this was no easy task for me! Meanwhile, Harper continued to get sick again in our bathroom. She had obviously emptied the contents of her stomach, so I assumed the worst was over. We made a pallet on the floor of our room and I laid next to her hoping that we could all get to sleep quickly. But it wasn't over.
An hour and a half later, Harper had thrown up at least 12 times - once every 5-7 minutes! She couldn't even hold down a sip of water. So pitiful. The intensity of it concerned me enough to call the doctor's exchange. I wasn't sure when I should get worried about dehydration. After some instructions and reassurances from the nurse, we settled back in for some sleep. Harper was so tired and weak. Things slowed down from there and she only got sick every 20 minutes for an hour, then she made it 40 minutes, then she made it two hours. Allan was up on our bed, but there was no way I could sleep. I was vigilantly watching and waiting for her to stir in her sleep, which meant another episode was coming. She became quite the pro, though, and would just sit up, lean over the trash can, heave out some water and bile, let me wipe her mouth, take a sip of water, and pass back out. Brave girl.
In the meantime, our washing machine was running constantly with her bedding and the towels we had used. I was switching laundry all through the night. Eventually, Allan took a turn with Harper on the pallet, so I could get some real sleep in our bed. Thankfully, that was during the two hours that she didn't get sick at all and we both slept well. I'm not sure what time we all fell asleep for good, but we didn't wake up until Delaney came into our room at 8 am. I was so relieved that it seemed to be over. Harper said she needed to go pee-pee, so I took her in and sat her on our potty. She proceeded to throw up all over both of our feet and legs as she sat there! Thankfully it was just the clear, watery stuff. I took a quick shower while Allan bathed her again, then he went to Walgreens to get some Pedialyte. That was the last time she got sick all day and by 9 am she was telling me, "Mom, I don't feel sick anymore." All-in-all she had thrown up at least 15 times in less than 11 hours. Thank goodness it was a quickie! We took it easy the rest of the day and she had a 3 hour nap.
Today (Sunday) was great. We played outside and took a family walk. Then we went to a birthday party where the girls climbed all over the place. Harper partied with the rest of them. I thought we were in the clear. However, no sooner had we walked in the door from the party and she declared, "I'm going to spit up!" and ran to the downstairs bathroom and threw up all of her cake, red juice box, and dinosaur gummies. Auggggh!!! I honestly think it was just the combination of climbing and cake because, as I write this, she is dancing around the living room in between bites of spaghetti and meatballs. About every 15 minutes she says, "I'm going to spit up!" so we all run to the bathroom where she proceeds to sing songs while hanging her head over the toilet and holding her own hair back. There is no puke. It's all a game to her.
We just told her that we're not playing her game anymore and if she needs to throw up she can use the little trash can. She is watching Barbie Fashion Fairytale holding her mouth open above the trashcan. Gross.Best quote of the night: I think I'm going to spit up, but I'm going to finish chewing my meatball first.
Doesn't she know that I don't joke about puke?!?!!?!
I pray, pray, PRAY, that I am not writing the same post about Delaney tomorrow!!
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