Nights suck when

Sooo pitiful, sooo cute!

Here I am, up at midnight on a Monday, making a blog post.  Yes, I worked a night shift, so yes, I need a little wind-down time before bed, but just as I was about to head to bed, I peeked into Rowan's room.  Such an innocent thing to do.  Something I do every night, especially the nights I'm not home for bed time.  What a mistake tonight.

Rowan's been sick for a couple of days.  She woke up on Saturday after her nap with no voice, which led to some pretty cute and squeaky conversations.  Just a cold, runny nose, cough, that kind of thing, so not really a big deal.  But when I peeked into her room...sigh...I actually thought she had a nose bleed, but no, that was puke.  Very red tomato puke.  I take her out of the crib, wrap her up in a blanket and proceed to change the sheets and most of the stuffed animals who were apparently caught in the crossfire.  New sheets and new blankets and she's back to bed, sad that she has to be there.  I think she literally coughed until she puked.  Me, I can't sleep.  After puke, you're wide awake.  So here I am, drinking a glass of wine, listening for that tell-tale sound that says she's puking again, hoping I'll be asleep by 1am. 


I apologize to anyone still reading this that I'm not sure I'll ever get caught up on my blog posts.  I'm so far behind that I think I'll just start from here and try to continue on.