My gorgeous daughter has been ill with a virus. What I thought was a one of vomit last night turned into hours of pain for her and cleaning for me.
She was stoic and so graceful as she coughed herself into a vomiting frenzy. I started to dry retch as I tried to keep her hair out of the foaming ball of mucus floating in fetid gastric juices. She was poised and so descriptive. "Mummy I feel the tinge of burning in my throat please get the bucket".
My son was a champ, carrying bags of paper towel soaked vomit to the outside bin and searching the pantry for baking powder to dry the carpet.
Despite that my poor little girl suffered for hours on end last night I am so proud of my babies. They are a cohesive unit and truly care for each other. As I lay here silently the morning after the great vom my children sleep peacefully next to each other. This is one of the true miracles of cosleeping. Though I feel into it out of necessity when my son was very young I am so thankful I persisted. I complain about being kicked in the back but it is all totally worth it when I see my children lying in the same position next to each other in blissful slumber.
The original good vom may have turned bad overnight but in the calm after the storm there is peace, love, empathy and compassion. I could ask for no more.
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