You Know You're A Mum When . . .

You find yourself in the emergency room at 1 a.m., and you wipe up your littlest's vomit in this order - vomit on the littlest, vomit on the floor and only then, vomit on yourself. And then for the next hour and a half, you walk around with vomit-y cordoruoys like it's completely normal. I managed to knit a few rows while waiting for the impatient papa came back for us. I turned to the littlest as we were tucking ourselves back into bed around 3 a.m. to thank her for not getting a nasty ear infection the night before. She gave me a hug and replied that I was very welcome.
And so it ends - another weekend of sickies. I know they say that things travel in threes, but next weeked is B's Birthday Boo Bash with a handful of her closest friends. Please send good health vibes this way. Now that I think about it, perhaps this was the third incident, because two weeks ago, she had two huge blisters in her mouth that appeared to be filled with Creamy Italian dressing. That should definitely count as one since I spent an hour at a walk-in clinic hoping to Todd that her lip could be saved. You could say I have a wild imagination.

Speaking of vibes, I am sending my crafty vibes to Minneapolis. "Get knitting on those Christmas cotton bags!"



Katherine said...

::good health vibes::

Yikes, do I understand that. Not at the emergency room yet (knock wood), but certainly at home: child, sofa, me.