It is taking Jake forever to get home. At least it feels that way.
Hannah threw up on me before got her in the tub and threw up in the tub while I was trying to clean up the first and second spells. I did not even think that she had that much in her stomach.
I took her out and drained the water and ran her a fresh bath. She looked miserable. She looks just like I do when I get sick Her face is pale she has deep dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks are bright pink.
"You don't feel good do you?"
"Yucky."
"I know you feel yucky. We are going to wait until daddy gets home so mommy can take a shower then we are taking you to the doctor."
"NO," she screamed.
"They will make you feel better."
"NO," she screamed again then tears and more screaming came from the little human. I took off my vomit covered shirt and held her close to get her to calm down. After a few minutes, the tears stopped and I put her back in the tub.
The rest of bath time was uneventful. I took her out a few minutes later and put her in a fresh pair of pajamas then sat and rocked her in her room.
I do not get to do this as much as I would like. Jake and I are always so busy that there are a lot of nights that only one of us is here for bedtime and it is more of a struggle because she has a routine that she likes. If that is broken she does not sleep well.
Rocking is not usually part of the routine because she is not a cuddler. The only time she wants to cuddle is when she does not feel good like right now.
I started to doze off. It has been a long day for both of us.