Joely has been spewing in the nights the last four nights. She acts fine all day and then sometime in the night she gets sick- EVERYWHERE- seriously this morning I was holding her, she retched and then I just kind of waited for her head to turn completely around.
So tonight, I'm at work and Robert knew something was up, Quentin didn't want to eat. So he laid down on the couch with a chum bucket close at hand. That Chum bucket is now quite full.
Robert wakes up to the retched stench that can only come from deep down inside the stomach and parts of the stomach lining. Turns out, while in her sleep, Alice voided the contents of her pizza dinner, all over our bed and herself.
Picture if you will, my precious husband cleaning up a precious little muffin named Alice and then cleaning up the bedding, mattress etc all while trying not to yak himself. He did good though, it turns out his intestinal fortitude came through. I believe he was actually happy to go to work this morning to free himself from what can only be described (quoting Goonies here) a "barfeteria." At last check Alice's chum bucket was most totally and completely half full
Looking forward to the car ride to Dr. Barry's this morning.
In the best interest of you my dear readers, I am leaving this all to your imagination and I won't be posting pictures of the bile.