Rite of Passage

I went in to check on my sweet little Emerson last night.  She had gone to bed with a low grade fever and a few hours later was burning up.  I swept her up hoping to get a little Tylenol down her without disturbing her sleep.  What happened next is in my opinion a rite of passage for all Mama's.  
I'll spare you the gory details but it involved the contents of her stomach getting to know lots of various surfaces in our home.  If anyone has a good suggestion on how to handle a toddler with a stomach bug without having to do at least 3 loads of laundry I'm all ears.  Sick babies make me sad...

It was a long night and of course Nate is out of town (because these little bugs just seem to know when you're home alone).  I have to admit I gave myself a couple of pep talks to make it through.  It may not be the competition I have been accustomed to in my past life as an athlete but when you're covered in puke, have a crying baby standing naked in the bath and Cinderella turned into a pumpkin about two hours ago you have no choice but to compete. And you know what we both survived...

We always do.  Because deep down there is something in us that knows when the going gets tough the tough get going!  Sometimes I think the lesson I value most after a night like the one we just had is how much it makes me appreciate the "normal" ones.  The ones I sometimes complain about because Carter wakes me up to pee three different times or Emerson loses her pacifier and wants to be rocked more than once.  I'll take normal over puke any day of the week.  


I still have a sick little girl but I'm hoping the worst is behind us for this go round...

On the mend with ice chips...

To all the Mama's who've had a night spent snuggling feverish babies and cleaning up messes I salute you.  It's a tough job but somebody's gotta' do it!