And Hard Nights

Rough one at our house last night. About 2330 (1130 PM for all you not in the know) Rhys came to bed with us. He used to do this a lot. We broke him of the habit by having Tracy wake me up and take him back to bed. Sometimes this happened three times a night. He almost always sleeps in his own bed now.

As I was saying, last night Rhys came to bed with us. Tracy gave me the elbow of doom (C) and I got up, scooped him up and took him into his room. As I leaned over to lay him down I set my hand on the bed, right in a big old nasty pool of puke. The coughing had struck again.

I called Tracy in, this was a two person job. Lights on, bleary eyes all around, Rhys squawking, much fun was had by all. We stripped his bed and I cleaned barf off of stuff in the sink before sticking it all in the washer. Sheets, pillow cases, blanket, stuffed animals and Rhys' pajamas. Tracy made the bed.

As I walked into the room after getting the laundry going, Rhys threw up again. Tracy was worried that he would be dehydrated and had given him some water. That was too much for his little stomach and he let it all go. Another pillow and case gone. A towel for him to sleep on and off to bed.

Or maybe not. Owyn heard the ruckus and woke up crying. Tracy got him calmed down and back to bed. I lost an hour of sleep. Tracy took more like two to get back to sleep.

On the upside, I threw in a bunch of towels and stuff with his bedding so we got a head start on some laundry.