Chunk Blowing

Warning: This post will contain references to a child vomiting.

There are moments in a parent's life where you just dive in. You don't know exactly what you're doing, but it has to be done anyway. Your child vomiting in their bed is one of those situations. Sunday night about 1Am, Kinsey woke up and complained about her stomach hurting and we asked if she needed to go to the bathroom and she did. So we just figured she had it taken care of. About 30 minutes later, we heard a wailing cry, "MOMMY! DADDY!" and we ran into her room.

I'm not sure how what Kinsey had eaten that day turned into what came out of her, but it was nasty. She hadn't sat up and had been laying on her back, so it went down her face and onto her neck and pooled up in the bed. And seriously, there's a reason it's called blowing chunks, because it was chunky.

Well, Sheryl and I looked at each other and I said, "I'll take the bed, you take the kid." We carefully stripped Kinsey's top off and Sheryl took her into the bathroom for a shower to get it out of crevasses and her nose and her hair. I commenced scraping the bed off into a plastic garbage bag and making sure the dog wasn't getting anywhere near it. About 30 minutes later (2AM now) we'd gotten everything cleaned up , also being happy that Connor's a sound sleeper. Kinsey laid back down (with a bucket beside her bed) but now she was developing a fever, so we figured she'd somehow caught the flu thing that's going around. Sheryl stayed up with her most of the night to catch any more episodes (she had two more), and of course, Kinsey stayed home from school. Throughout the day yesterday, she was topping out at 103.5 temp, which seems high, but her body fights this stuff so hard that it's not unusual for her to be up in the 103 range for a little while.

By last night, she was exhausted and fell asleep about 7 and slept until almost 7:30 this morning, but her fever was gone. She seems much better and back to normal. Less cuddly than when she was feverish, but I'll take well Kinsey over the sick one.

It's amazing the stuff that you will do for your kids that you would never consider doing for someone else. There's other stuff that I've done that I wouldn't detail here that I would have never imagined doing. I guess that's one side of the definition of love.