I just wanted to write a little something about our recent round with the barf. Emma was sick earlier this week and the poor little thing just kept puking. Luckily, it only lasted a day. As the naive mom that I am I was on the phone with the pediatric nurse and she was telling me if Emma didn't have a terrible fever or sever diarrhea that she wouldn't need to be seen. Then I said to her, "Emma has a twin and how would I keep her from getting sick?" She paused, and I am sure she was thinking to herself, "This has got to be a first time mom." and then she explained that there wasn't anything I could do. Since then Emma has recovered from her queasiness and we were praying that Ava wouldn't get it.
This evening after we got home from Grandma Rhonda's house, I was feeding the girls their bottles and I sat Ava up to burp and it was one of those burps that you know has puke behind it. So I quickly put Emma on the floor and was making a run for kitchen sink with Ava. She only got little spot of barf on the carpet, but when we hit the tile floor she didn't hold back. I was holding her so she was forward facing. So as she is throwing up on the tile I am still running to the sink and I step in it and almost slip. She was able to hit the dishwasher, cabinets, kitchen rug, and the counter top. When she was finished laid her on the cleanest part of the kitchen rug to take off her dirty pjs. Emma being the curious girl she is, is now starting to crawl toward us. I use my loud voice and instruct her to stay put. She blatantly disobeys me and continues to crawl into the kitchen through all the vomit on the floor. I think I am going to puke just writing about this. I turn to look at Ava and she very pale, poor little thing.
It was a night to remember.