Cheese With Your Whine?
8.29.2005
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, Puke!We're gonna puke around the clock today! Ick.
It started at 1:00 this morning. I heard her coughing, so I reached over to check on her and my arm slid through breastmilk puke....stinky stuff. So I got up tore the sheets off and threw a big blanket down on the bed. Next think I know, she had urped her mac and cheese from last night. Then again. And again. Finally, I got up went downstairs with a blanket, a towel and a trash can. Of course she wouldn't puke in the can, so I had to catch.
By about 7:00, we both reaked to high heaven, and I called the bossman to tell him what was going on. He was none too happy. My thought was to get her to the doc and then go from there. But she was doing very well, playing and happy, so I just took her to school and called Boss from the car and told him I was on my way.
I didn't even make it to the freeway before her school called and said she had thrown up there. Nice. Boss calls me on the cell for a conference call I had no idea about and asks, "So anything else?" I tell him that Rylee had vomitted at school and I have to go get her. He says something shitty, like "That's what I thought.". So now he's a bit miffed b/c I'm not there and wants to make sure that I make other arrangements for tomorrow. Umm...yeah. That's *really* easy for a single mom to do. Jerk.
So now, I'm home, waiting until 11:15 when we can get into her doctor. The thing that kills me is that she's not running a fever and doesn't act sick. She just pukes out of the blue for no apparent reason and with no warning. And peeeeyooo! That stuff reaks.
Ah, the joys of motherhood. I actually love how cuddly she is when she doesn't feel well. She just loves on me and wants me to hold her. It's awesome. That, by the way is the other unconditional love in my life. I love my girlie.
