The worst milestone I will write about in this blog occurred today: you vomited for the first time. Ick. Last night you only slept like two hours and most of the time you were happy you were just flopping around. I couldn't figure out what was up with you. You just got a tooth the other day so I know the other one is coming. At around 5am I brought you out to your dad (who was sleeping on the couch, btw, because your flopping was getting to him) and you promptly barfed all over yourself and him. Woops. You spent the rest of the day throwing up and you just look so sad when you're getting sick! Your sister used to give me the same look. It's the "why is this happening to me and why aren't you making it stop" look.
By bedtime you were able to nurse without showing me your food again (and man, you take in a LOT of milk.) I'm praying that you get some good sleep tonight and that your barfing time is over. I am also praying that no one else in the house gets what you had - we have some major partying to do on Saturday and plus, who wants to be sick? Mama or Daddy are the most likely to share, I'm afraid. We were both puked on many times today. Feel better soon, Buddy Buddy.
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