Irony
Last night hub and I were discussing the fact that Caroline hadn’t woken in the night for at least a week. We had put a little crib mattress on the floor in our room for her to sleep on, she was in so frequently. Then all of a sudden, she wasn’t there anymore. Today, she was standoffish which she never is. I tried to pick her up and hold her and hug her and for the first time she said, “Put me down!” and meant it. I kinda missed our nocturnal guest. She’d come in, put all her stuff on the little bed, and climb in. For minutes, sometimes an hour afterward she would watch me read and do my crossword puzzles and wield war with my personal insomnia demon. I’d see her out of the corner of my eye, raptly staring at me. I’d wink at her to make her dimples appear. As she drifted off, every so often she would whisper, “I love you, Mommy”.
Tonight was something different. She came racing in around 5 am, talking upsettedly but coherently about something that happened in her room. Turned out she threw up in her sleep onto her bed. I cleaned her and her bed up, pausing to help her through some more nausea. She’s a little disjointed, like half of what I say doesn’t really click the processor relays in her brain. “How’s your tummy?” “….um… good?”
We’re in the living room watching Max and Ruby right now. Guess we’ll skip school and shoe buying and the fabric store tomorrow. I hate it when my kiddos are so miserable.