A couple minutes later I heard a little cough and a gurgle. I ran into the room and scooped her up out of the swing, for I knew what those sounds meant. I sat her on my knee and grabbed a burp cloth. Projectile spit up ensued...all over her, all over me, all over our bed. My poor little peanut had it coming out of her nose :(
Try as I might I could not get her to go back to sleep until a few hours later. Then, she was up at 12, 1, 4, and 5 AM, for about 30-45 minutes each time. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep.
She woke up for the day at 6:30. I fed her, and then brought her in bed with me. A little while later I picked her up to go change her diaper and noticed a little yellow spot on the bed. Great. I asked M, "what would be the icing on the cake for a fantastic night?" He responded, "more spit up?" "No, not quite," I began, "Poop. Yep, there is a little spot of poop on the bed."
We started laughing at our misfortune, as she projectile spit up all over herself once again. Fail.
P.S. Our internet was set up on Friday, but it is super slow. They were supposed to come back on Saturday to fix it, but no one showed up. I will be yelling at someone tomorrow...
3 words of geekdom:
I LOVE the new look! Carina gets cuter and cuter every time I see her.
The cuteness makes spit up much more tolerable. Noah is a spit up champion. We go through every single bib he has by noon.
Ha! Something similar just happened to us... a whole bottle of formula (plus green beans, ugh), projectile vomited across the living room. I figure it's ammunition for future embarrassment. Cuz his wife WILL hear about it some day. ;)
Love the new blog! We had a night like that once (many nights) and James had pooped on the bed. We were so tired we just wiped up what we could and slept on poopy sheets!
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