Over the weekend the wind blew in some powerful allergens. Amanda's nose started running on Sunday and wouldn't quit. She has them the worst, and is always the first to show the signs of changing weather. Charlie and I followed. Monday during the day I felt fine. Monday evening my throat started to hurt and by Tuesday morning my sinuses and head were pounding from the pressure. Luckily the older two were fine.
I felt pretty crappy on Tuesday and Amanda must have too because she was clingy and cried most of the day. Amanda crying is hard to take on a good day, but when you're feeling awful it's even harder. There was a school restaurant fundraiser that night and I had promised Andy we would go. 20% of the proceeds would go to Andy's school and a bunch of his friends would be there, so I didn't want to let him down. I gave Amanda some ibuprofen, hoping that would help her ailments, crossed my fingers and off we went. Charlie was on a business trip so it was just me and the three kids.
After a few minutes at the restaurant Amanda's mood improved and she even ate a pretty good dinner. We went home and everybody went to bed early, even me. Lately Charlie and I haven't been to bed before midnight, but I was easily in bed before 11p. Around midnight, Amanda woke up crying. I went in her room and told her that everybody was sleeping, it wasn't time to get up and to go back to bed. She flopped back down and tried to go back to sleep. About fifteen minutes later she was crying again. I was so tired and just wanted sleep that instead of trying to get her back to sleep in her bed I just brought her into bed with me. With Charlie gone there was plenty of room for both of us.
She went to sleep right away. Then, about an hour later, she threw up. I'm not sure why I was awake or if it woke me up, but now we had to do something about it. She wasn't upset, just a little confused. I pulled the sheets off the bed, changed her clothes, changed my clothes and got us back into bed. Learning from the last experience with Sarah and not wanting to put new sheets on the bed in the middle of the night, I just put a towel down for us to lie on. Good thing, because a little while later she did it again. So I cleaned us up again, got another towel, and tried to go back asleep once more.
The whole ordeal wasn't that bad. She didn't throw up that much, it's just that the person who usually cleans it up wasn't there and I wasn't really feeling up to it. We also couldn't sleep in because the person who drives Andy to school is the same person that cleans up the vomit so we had to get him to school. I checked her crib that morning and found that she had thrown up in there as well. No wonder she was crying.
Yesterday my washer ran all day long. Sheets, towels, pajamas, more clothes. If that thing ever breaks I am in big trouble. I took her to the doctor yesterday morning and he said it was just excess mucus from all the drainage that upset her stomach. Hopefully a one-time thing, she is not sick. Good thing, because I really don't want to repeat that with the other kids later this week, even if Charlie is around to clean it up.
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