A Morning Sickness Miracle

It's amazing to me that a random whiff of my husband's soap can make me gag, I heave when I smell foods that normally sound good, and the smell of any standing water in the kitchen sink has me leaning over a toilet. And yet, last night at 3AM, when I suddenly awoke to the sound of Ellie heaving and vomiting, I ran in, scooped her up, got her undressed and cleaned up, cleared any nasty bedding, had to strip off half of what I was wearing which was now puke covered, then after getting her dressed again, cuddled for the next half hour with my sick baby. Even Greg (the man who smells nothing) commented, "She still stinks." I barely noticed. Or at least, it didn't bug me that much. I'd cleaned her up the best I could without a full on bath, and it was the middle of the night, so a bath was gonna wait 'til morning. For the time being, I just held her and stroked her arm and took in the quiet moments in the middle of the night where she wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to Mom.

Must be a motherhood (or sleep deprivation) thing. Just the thought of the situation when I woke up kinda made me dry heave, but in the thick of it, I didn't even think about being sick.

(Ellie was actually in a very sweet, funny mood once things calmed down and she was laying in my arms in the bed. She reached up and stroked my face a couple times, which was cute. She'd lay really still for long stretches, then suddenly just toss her body up into the air and twist and turn and land in some completely different position. My favorite though, was when she laid with her head kinda up in the crook of my arm/on my shoulder, than tossed her whole body across the bed, with her feet firmly planted in Greg's back. He he. After about a half hour though, we asked her if she was feeling better, and if she was ready to go to her own bed. "Yeah," she responded quietly, then threw herself into Daddy's arms to be carried back to her own crib.)