As I'm working with the little sick boy, I hear the baby crying. She is just getting over the "throw ups" herself and was sick the previous two nights. She is now sleeping in a pack-n-play right next to our king size bed. A few days ago, one of the doors on her crib failed and fell completely off. She is the fourth one to use the crib, and I think it just wore out from all the years of use.
Anyway, I wait because my husband is in the bed right next to the little port-a-crib. The baby continues to cry. Storytellin' Boy is settled for a minute, so I go and check on the baby. My husband is snoring inches away and is not bothered by the crying baby, or the throwing up going on in the next room. I pat the baby back to sleep.
I go back to bed with Storytellin' Boy. I fall into a deep, exhausted sleep. I wake up startled and hear a gagging sound. Brown-eyed Gal has just thrown up red Hawaiian punch all over her bed. My husband actually wakes up and helps me clean up the mess. I move Brown-eyed Gal into the futon bed with her sick brother. I load the bed up with towels and bowls. I make a bed on the floor with a sleeping bag near both of them.
I have been up six times now since I first went to bed. I'm sure it's the middle of the night, maybe 2:00 am. I look at the clock before hitting the comfortable
bed bag on the floor. It's only 11:53 pm. I hear the baby crying again. Pat, pat, pat and she's back to sleep.
I'm feeling a little queasy. Something tells me, it's going to be a long night...