Last night we were hanging out at Joel's sister's house with a bunch of other family members. We were supposed to play games, but we never actually got around to doing it. Instead, we sat around laughing until midnight. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go pick up the girls and go home and go to bed.
The girls were at another of Joel's sister's houses, being watched by their older cousins. So we went over there (and hung out talking a little more, of course) and then went home and settled everyone to bed, complete with the cute new dolls that Aunt Gina bought for them. Joel and I sleep in one room in my parents' house, and we have Sophie with us in the pack and play. Bria and Chloe sleep in another room and share a bed, and of course, my parents sleep in their own room.
Since we got home so late, it was probably 1:30 or so by the time that I rolled into bed and immediately began a series of strange dreams. About an hour later, I was dreaming that Chloe was throwing up and then my dad came in and told me that Chloe had thrown up. It took me a minute before I registered that it was real, and then I got up to go into their room to see what was going on.
Now, if you have read my blog for very long, you know that Bria doesn't do well when people vomit. Especially if they're in bed with her at the time. So, I go into their bedroom to find two very upset little girls: One because she has thrown up all over herself and her new doll and the other because her sister has thrown up next to her. And of the two, Bria wins the prize for being the most hysterical.
What I didn't know, was that right at the moment when Chloe was being sick, my mom had a nightmare down the hall. A bad one. The kind where you jump out of bed and scream bloody murder and scare your husband half to death. So, of course my dad was woken with a start and was trying to calm my mom down when he heard the hysterics coming from the girls' room and went to check it out. Bria says that Mamah's scream is what originally woke her, and then she looked over to find that Chloe had vomited.
Well, my mom took Bria into bed with her to calm her down. I cleaned up Chloe a bit and then took her into the bathroom to bathe her (it was pretty bad, folks), and my dad and Joel changed the sheets and cleaned up the new dolly. Speaking of the new dolly, that's all Chloe could talk about in the tub: "I throwed up all over my new doll! It's ruined!" (No worries, though. Daddy was able to clean it up good as new.)
Finally, we were all calmer and ready to go back to bed. Bria stayed with my parents in their room, I slept with Chloe in case she was still sick, and Joel went into our bed where Sophie was now sleeping with all the mayhem. Chloe asked for a blessing, and then we all went to try and sleep.
Chloe threw up about 6 more times in the next couple hours, and by about 5:00 am, when she was finally asleep, Sophie woke up screaming. Since Joel had taken a Benadryl earlier on in the evening for his allergies, he was dead to the world. So I went in there and helped Sophia, and then she wouldn't let me leave her. So, I curled up on the end of the bed (Joel was taking up most of the bed at that point, and I can't move him!) and slept something like a pet dog would. I finally woke up around 6:45 and went back to bed with Chloe, where I stayed put until nearly 11:00 am.
Chloe only woke up about 40 minutes ago, and seems to be feeling much better. Bria is still keeping her distance from her sister, but I think she'll be over it in a bit.
And I am tired.