I feel like I was initiated into a special club last night:
C woke up vomiting.
(It was actually rather bizarre as Annabel came into our room at around midnight and didn’t say much, but it turns out she had left him in his room because of a bad smell . . . poor guy, I guess he initially slept through throwing up!!?).
Then he continued to vomit, ~1am, ~3am, ~4am. Sleeping between episodes thankfully. After the first wave, we moved him to our bed and Josh bunked up with Annabel. Josh found an empty trash can that I kept by the bedside, and each time C woke up I . . . mostly captured all of the contents.
I had never had a kid do this before!!
(Both A & G had gastroenteritis as infants, A worse than G, but I don’t recall any nighttime episodes like this one).
PARENTING. It’s always something new.