There's a first for everything

Annabelle threw up for the first time last night. When I came to bed around 1:30 a.m., she stirred and then sat up in bed as I was putting on my pajamas. She didn’t complain or cry, but then suddenly, she threw up all over her night shirt and sheets (in the big bed). She actually vomited three times in a row, and I know it must have scared her because it was something new and unusual to her. She mostly threw up clear liquid and chunks of watermelon. I know now that she doesn’t chew her food up very well as the chunks were still pretty big chunks. Sorry! That is probably more information than you needed, but I found it really odd.

Once she finished vomiting, she started crying, but she scared me because she sounded like she was choking. I think she was just having a hard time catching her breath again because it had shocked her.

I picked her up, and I took her into the bathroom, and I stood her in front of the toilet. I told her that if she needed to throw up some more that she could do so in the toilet. She just stood there and cried. Poor child probably didn’t have a clue what I was telling her.

I then woke up Grandmama because I needed some clean sheets for the bed. I hated to disturb Grandmama, but I knew that Annabelle would be more comfortable sleeping in the bed with me, so we needed some clean sheets. Grandmama helped me clean everything up. I could tell that Annabelle felt much better after vomiting too.

It probably helped that we had spent the night with Grandmama and Granddaddy. Since hubby was out of town this week, he’s missed out on all of the fun! And, ironically enough, I just thought about this earlier in the week before Annabelle got sick. I thought, “What if Annabelle gets sick with a nasty virus and spends many nights puking on me and her while hubby is gone? I’ll have to clean everything up by myself while trying to comfort a sick child.”

Is that not that strangest thing that the thought actually crossed my mind? Of course, I was worrying about it happening during flu season more than anything. I didn’t expect it to happen the first week that he was gone on his long shift to Minneapolis!

I never knew how I would respond to Annabelle throwing up the first time. I hate vomiting myself, but if I feel bad enough, I will sometimes make myself throw up, so I obviously don’t hate it that much that I’ll do anything to prevent it. The first thing that crossed my mind was that I felt so horrible for Annabelle. Since this was her first time to vomit, it broke my heart to watch her as I knew she could not possibly understand what was going on.