Green beans, baby lima and chicken 'n' gravy
Seth’s been throwing up tonight. Just came on out of the blue. After he threw up, I remembered overhearing someone say she’d had a 24 hour thing. I feel guilty for being frustrated. It’s not even the vomit itself that bothers me but the scrambling to clean it up. I told Brad, at least Seth isn’t throwing up again while I’m still cleaning up the last episode. Times like these I’m glad we have wood floors.
The second time, Seth knew what was coming. He came to me fussing and fiddling with his mouth with his fingers. He recognized the feeling and tried to tell me. By the third and fourth time, I had caught on. He is asleep now. I actually rocked him to sleep, and he stayed asleep, for the first time in quite a long time. The times that I’ve rocked him, he has woken up immediately, stood up, and objected to being left. Usually he just snuggles down after some songs, even reaching for his crib. But I knew tonight would be different, and I don’t like to hear him cry when he’s sick.