BVV No More - Updated
It's true: all good things must come to an end. Our days as Baby Vomit Virgins have ended. Last night I heard an odd sound over the monitor and was not terribly surprised to discover that she had puked (real puke*) for the first time ever. And the second. With the third through seventh following throughout the long, long night. Cait and I each got in the crossfire (thankfully only once each).
Natalie was -- understandably! -- outraged and confused by this miserable turn of events. The first time it was a tiny bit funny as her rage and confusion were so palpable and she wasn't holding anything back (what is wrong with my body?! this is gross! and wrong! and you're MESSING with my FACE! stop it!!!!) but as the night progressed it was heartbreaking. And exhausting.
Thanks to the Internets we knew what to do and redecorated most of the house in towels. We also knew -- but hoped it wouldn't be true for us -- chances were good that we'd also experience another BVV: Baby as Virus Vector. And we did. I'm down but starting to turn around (mmmm! ice chips!). It looks like Cait's in for a rough night. And Natalie? She's been fine since 8 am this morning, Thank God. I cannot imagine if we had all been sick at the same time.
This too shall pass. One way or another.
Natalie was fine all day. But at 12:30 am or so we got back on the Hurl Express. She and I stayed home today. Cait made the attempt to go to work but was home again before 11:00. The washing machine is running non-stop.
*You know, lots of people tell you again and again that poop changes and becomes truly nasty once you start solids. Nobody ever mentions that spit-up changes into hard-core vomit. Spit-up is almost cute, in hindsight.