Shelby had herself an run-in with the hurl-monster. She came to my room about 2am saying she felt like she had to throw-up. I sent her to the bathroom, but she didn't make it by about two steps. So I spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes cleaning vomit from tile and carpet. Had she gone straight to the bathroom she would have made it fine.
It took me so long to clean up because I've got a weak stomach myself, so I had to clean in spurts, holding my breath, leaving the vicinity frequently for a good clean fresh breath of air. Shelby had lots of cheese to eat today, she says. And then there was the cake and ice cream from celebrating her mother's birthday. Which was followed by the pizza at dinner. Had I known it was coming back up, I wouldn't have fed it to her.
Now I have her all setup with a small trash can and a clear path to the toilet. She gets to sleep with her light on and the bathroom light is on as well. And she's already had to utilize the setup three more times. The pepto I gave her after her first full-tummy spew? It came out the second time around. And she's dry-heaved so much since that she says her ribs hurt.
It's not been since Darby was three that we had such a major vomit issue at the house. A few minor scuffles, but nothing quite like this. Shoot, I nearly lost it more than once while cleaning up Shelby's gut-remnants.
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