Her First Time

Samantha was sick last night. She threw up two different times in the night, poor thing. It's so hard to see my kids be sick -- I always feel so helpless. I guess the thing that's noteworthy -- or should I say "blogworthy"? -- about Sammie throwing up is that this was her very first time EVER to throw up.

I'm not kidding. She has heard about other friends/cousins who have thrown up or had stomach flu. And she's certainly heard ME lose it plenty of times throughout this pregnancy (but always from the other side of the bathroom door, thankfully). And yet, she's never had it happen to her, lucky girl. She must have Brian's invincible genes when it comes to sickness (knock on wood... and yes, I do realize how fortunate I am as a parent to NOT have dealt with much vomiting in all this time! More knocking on wood, please!!)

Anyway, so, last night at about 5 a.m. when she came crying outside our bedroom door, I thought it must have been a little nightmare or perhaps an "accident." She had spilled a glass of water on her floor a few nights earlier, so I thought maybe that happened again? Well, no... there she was sniffling and whimpering and I asked her what was wrong.

"Something yucky is in my bed," she told me. No, it wasn't water, she said when I asked. "It's something yucky that's all over the kitchen floor, too." Then more crying. I was trying to figure out what she was even talking about when she added, "I think it maybe came out of me."

Oh my poor girl. Brian and I both "got it" then, and he worked at cleaning up the kitchen floor, while I changed sheets and got her resettled in new pajamas, etc. She just seemed so bewildered and almost scared about it. It was actually really sweet to watch her, and to be there to comfort her. Samantha's one who rarely needs to be cuddled or held. Usually she's just so independent and somewhat fearless (except for "scary" movies -- like Snow White -- and dogs that actually want to be petted). Anyway, so I relished getting to be there with her, stroking her forehead and rubbing her back, telling her everything would be okay, and that this just sometimes happens to all of us.

An hour later, it happened again -- as is usually the case with these things, right? Well, she had a bowl and used it well, so we had a quicker, quieter clean up. She seems to be fine now, we'll see! I still just can't believe we've gone almost five years with her not even really knowing what it means to have a sick stomach. Let's just hope Spence doesn't get it -- he already knows what "throwing up" is all about, and he doesn't like it!

Here's our cutie girl, on a "better" day! ...

ps. that "bump" you see under the blankets in the first picture really IS that big! Only 11 more days, and counting!