Poor sweet Olivia has spent a good portion of her day puking... all over me. I am so blessed.
I have a thing about bodily fluids. I hate them all. Saliva? gross. Pee? nasty. Snot? icky. Puke? the very worst of all. My stomach just churns even thinking about it. I always find it a wee bit miraculous that I am able to hold a puking child, clean them off, clean everything else off, clean myself off...all without losing the contents of my stomach.
A long time ago (6 years ago to be exact) Aiden was 10 months old and I was in my first trimester of pregnancy with Owen. Aiden got the stomache flu in a big bad way. Everything was coming out of both ends in a hurry. And I was incredibly nauseous due to the fabulous pregnancy hormones racing through my system. I spent one whole day sitting/laying on blankets on the living room floor with Aiden. He would puke. I would puke. Then I would throw everything in a garbage bag, put a new blanket on the floor, collapse and start all over. That really sucked.
This is not as bad as that. Thank-you Jesus.
Olivia and I have spent a fair amount of time showering the puke OFF of ourselves though since I truly can't handle that smell for very long.
She even managed to puke on me IN the bathtub. Nice eh?
I have her some gravol... and she puked it up. But I am hoping enough got in her system to help her tummy settle a bit. She is asleep now. And I am praying for a puke free night.
I am also praying this is an Olivia-specific nightmare that does NOT pass on to the rest of us.