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uesday evening Darragh & I were nestled on the couch catching up on rubbish TV when we heard some coughing from upstairs. This was followed by a moment of silence, then a wail. Darragh rushed upstairs to find our poor little Ava drenched and sitting in a smelly puddle of vomit.

As Darragh peeled her jammies off and wiped down her exposed body parts, I had the lucky job of cleaning up her bedclothes. I gathered her blankets and stuffed animals then carefully pulled her sheets off the bed. I juggled the sheet to get it into the bathroom without spilling. Once in the bathroom, I dumped the puke in the toilet and washed the sheet in the tub. This is where I am not proud to have such a good shnozer! The smell was overwhelming!! It brought me back to a childhood memory of my Mom making these horrendous gagging noises when she cleaned up our puke. The sound of her gagging was almost worse than the original puke!

Ava stayed in our bed, waking up every hour to throw up all over all of us. She would then roll back over and slump into an exhausted slumber.

About 3:00am, after I was awoken by a vomiting session, I went to check on Jake (who was sound alseep). Since I was up, I went into the office to waste some time on the computer. I’d just sat down when I heard more coughing. Poor little Ava, I thought, as I walked back to our bedroom. As I passed the baba’s room, I saw Jake sitting up in his bed. It was Jake! He had just vomited his huge evening snack all over himself and his bed. Once again, we were peeling off clothes and rinsing out bedclothes.

I put Jake in the bed next to Ava, who immediately started rubbing his back. She knew exactly how he felt!

Thankfully, things did improve as the morning wore on.

All is now well in our house, although Jake’s little bear had to spend a night outside on his own after a quick trip through the washing machine: