Mommin' It Up!

July 31, 2009

House of Pain

Forgive me if this post sounds like jibberish. But do you recall two nights ago when my daughter puked chocolate ice cream all over her crib while I stood there in an Ambien-induced haze?

Well.

Last night my son projectile-vomited strawberries and hot dog ALL OVER ME while I sat there in the beginnings of my Ambien-induced haze. Seriously I had JUST taken it 15 minutes before he came into our room to tell me he was sick.

My poor baby boy.

Bobby commenced cleaning up the living room (which included vomit all over two count ’em TWO remote controls) while I jumped in the shower. My pajama pants, shirt, bra, and underwear were all soaked.

I took Joshua to bed with me after we were all cleaned up and he threw up again at 1. He got most of it in the toilet but this time I had to do a bit of carpet cleaning. Also after this I was in full-on Ambien drunkenness and could hardly walk, so I was forced to go get Bobby to take over Joshua duty. He and Joshua got in our bed while I went down the hall to sleep in Joshua’s bed.

Bobby woke me up at 6:30. Joshua had thrown up two more times. Then he did again about 8. After a quick mopping of the hardwood floor and a complete clothes change for him, he is dozing on the couch while I write this and Sophie plays computer – gotta keep her out of harm’s way.

All three of us are exhausted, poor Bobby is at work, and thanks to our kids this is our THIRD near-sleepless night in a row. We haven’t had a week this bad since Sophie was probably 15 months old. So we were pretty much caught by surprise! We thought we were cruising there for awhile…

Anyways. I am sure this makes no sense whatsoever. But I still have an Ambien hangover! Send coffee!

July 30, 2009July 30, 2009

While We were at BlogHer…

Sammy became a big boy overnight.

I don’t like it, and Jenny has termed herself a conscientious objector.

He learned to say “Anna” (my sister), “night night,” and “bye bye.”

He also learned to do this (not the crying, he knew how to do that. The other thing):

Oh yeah, and he stopped nursing. Where did my baby go??

July 29, 2009

Oh, What a Night

Last night Bobby went to a concert with some friends and was planning to be out late, so I decided to take the kids to the park and out for ice cream. Sophie was none too pleased to leave the park and was still fussing when we got to Baskin Robbins. She even fussed when I tried to give her a bite of her chocolate ice cream – for some reason she didn’t like the looks of it. (I told you, she is CRAZY!) So, I did what any good mom would do and I SHOVED a bite in her mouth. After which, she decided chocolate ice cream is good, and she happily ate about 1/2 of the kids’ cup I’d gotten for her.

Fast-forward to 2:37 a.m when I hear Sophie crying loudly over the baby monitor. I take Ambien to help me sleep, and since at this point I’d only had about 4.5 hours of sleep as opposed to the eight you are supposed to be able to “devote yourself to” with Ambien, I was a LITTLE out of it. I stumbled to Sophie’s room and could smell the tell-tale stench of PUKE before I even opened the door. But once inside, I could not figure out how to turn on her light. I was just too out of it. Fortunately Bobby came in the room just then and turned it on, having his wits about him. It was then that we saw our little girl covered in chocolate ice cream puke.

It was not pretty. That, combine with Ambien dizziness and the smell, sent me running to bow to the Porcelain God myself. So. That was awesome. Bobby, who is Superman, sent me back to bed and gave Sophie a bath and cleaned up all the mess himself.

This morning, Sophie seems totally fine. Bobby said she was fine in the middle of the night, too. No fever, super-cheerful, etc. So, I am going to have to blame this one on myself. As Emily said when I told her about last night’s events, “That’s what you get for shoving ice cream in her mouth, MOM.”

Lesson learned!