I am just going to be honest. My least two favorite things to do are clean up diarrhea and vomit. But one night I was up to my armpits in the latter.
We only had three children at the time. It was a Saturday night. And since my husband is a preacher who preaches Sunday morning, we had all gone to bed early. My husband who sleeps the lightest woke me up around 11:00PM. He had heard child #3 crying. I walked down the hallway willing my eyes to stay open. I came to the crib and there was vomit everywhere. I picked up the child, carried her downstairs to our only bathtub and started bathing her. I brought her clean back upstairs. I laid her on the floor and started changing all of the sheets. I got her settled with clean sheets and towels and went back to bed. Then I was nudged again, but this time my husband had woken up and taken care of barfer #2, but needed some help with changing the sheets and cleaning up the carpet. After we had him on the floor with a sleeping bag and towels, we went back to bed. Then I woke up again with #1 standing by the bed saying, “Mom I threw up.”
I asked, “Did you make it in the toilet?”
“Yes,” he responded weakly. Oh bless this child. The joys of vomit toilet training. It was almost better than sliced bread! I got up and tucked him back in. I put a towel on his pillow and a barf bowel beside his bed. Then as I was walking down the hall, I heard my husband in the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“No”, was the faint reply. “I just threw up.”
Now this was a record. We had never had four throwing up at once. I laughed as I helped him back into bed. Of course he wasn’t amused. Then about an hour later, I was running to the bathroom. This time he was laughing. All of us throwing up and it was Saturday night! But leave it to my husband, he still preached a few hours later!
Do you have any funny throw-up stories??