Last night, as I was taking care of a baby and a sick toddler, I had an idea for Mike Rowe. You know, the guy from the tv show Dirty Jobs. At the end of every episode, he asks for ideas for more dirty jobs. Well Mike, I've got one for you. Have you ever sat in a bathtub filled with water, puke and poop while being thrown up on and having milk leaking all over your chest?
It all started as I was getting ready for class last night. I picked my little June Bug up to give her a kiss, and she puked down my back. The look she gave me as I washed her face, then handed her to Daddy so I could get changed...that look could have melted a heart of stone. She had a perfect mix of sadness, patheticness, and indignation. And I had to leave even though I heard her crying "mom, no. No. Mommy, mooooo-meeeeeee" It almost broke my S. Well, my teacher is a mom, and a grandma. When I walked in, she asked what was wrong, and as soon I got out the words "daughter" and "sick" she sent me home.
A three hour lecture would have been more fun.
As soon as I got home, I took June Bug from my husband and she started singing a little song. Heart=melted. She cried pitifully when I left her for any length of time; even to go to the bathroom. You know that, "oh why have you forsaken me? I'm dying over here and you're running off? Mommy, don't leave me" type of cry? That's what she does when she's sick.
I know some kids hate water and taking a bath, but mine love it. I worry that one day they'll grow gills and fins and really never come out. So, with June Bug feeling so miserable, I ran a cool bubble bath for her and grabbed a bowl in case she needed to throw up again. Of course, with her being so clingy I couldn't just let her sit in the tub and kneel down next to it, I had to climb in as well and hold her. Then, when I realized there was a need, a great need, for the bowl, I also remembered that my kids think that the bowl/buck is what is making them sick. So they push it away, thinking they won't throw up since they got rid of it. Turns out that doesn't actually work, and last night June Bug ended up puking all over the bathtub and me, while I chased her head with the bowl. My poor little girl was feeling miserable and betrayed at that point, after all, I was making her sick by bringing the evil puke bucket near her, but I'm supposed to love her. Meanwhile, her tummy was upset and she had the usual *ahem* digestive distress that accompanies tummy bugs. Without going into too much detail, let's just say it was a very big, VERY GROSS, mess in that tub.
It was a very long night. Stink Bug was jealous of all the attention June Bug was getting, June Bug was determined to thow up anywhere but the bowl, and the baby didn't really care what was going on, he just wanted me to feed him for hours on end (gotta love a growth spurt). Thank goodness for my husband. He fed the boys, cleaned up the messes on the floor, and snuggled a very angry little girl while I took a shower.
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