I never really find deep sleep, it seems I'm always listening for crap to happen, even while sleeping. I think most moms know what I'm talking about. Anyways, one of the freakiest things my kids do, is when I (must sense something, and) open my eyes in the middle of the night and there is one or both of the girls standing motionless staring at me, either from my bedroom doorway, or right next to my bed. WHAT THE FRIG is up with this?? It's downright terrifying and way too Paranormal Activity for me!
So, this is what happened to me last night at about 1am, only it was just Ariel... and she was covered in barf... and it was foul smelling. It was so foul smelling, that for a moment, I thought she had... done something else. I kept asking her "Did you just throw up or did you do something else, too??". WTF kind of vomit smells like this? As I was peeling her sheets off her bed, I gagged and almost hurled, myself. She had barfed over the rail onto her sisters bunk, below, fortunately it was directly on a pillow, so I didn't have to change that whole bed, too. I threw the sheets and her PJ's directly into the washing machine and ran them through 2 cycles. I then spent the rest of the night rotating between nursing babies and holding Ariel's hair back. Needless to say, I got no sleep. Having Monte home would've been pretty helpful in this instance, but thanks to technology, we had him on Skype for a good portion of it. He's in Europe right now, where it was daytime for him last night, so that was quite convenient. He was trying to be helpful by giving Ariel words of encouragement, but obviously it's not the same. As poor Ariel was bowing to the porcelain god, Monte was saying "Good girl! Get it all out!"- sometimes I wonder about what kind of strange memories we are creating for our children... is this going to be therapy worthy when she grows up? Ariel: "Yeah, we used to eat at the dinner table with a laptop in the spot where my dad should have been." and "Yeah, when I'd get sick, we'd just prop the laptop on the bathroom counter, so my dad could support me while I puked up my dinner".
So, all seems better today. The sheets are clean, the puke has been washed out of Ariel's hair and now she's lying on the couch, watching cartoons and eating toast. I'm hoping the others don't get sick, too, but I guess we'll cross that bridge if/when we come to it!