Let's just say it was a learning experience, especially for her. She had to learn to throw up in the toilet, a bowl, or in a trash can and not on well, ME. I'm Mom, and I'm supposed to make everything better, so she kept turning to me when she needed to throw up I changed clothes a few times. It was a long night, and the washing machine hasn't stopped. Thankfully around 4:30 am Ladybug stopped. I stayed in her room with her, and we got to sleep until she noticed the sun starting to peek through the windows around 6:45. Then we got up and
Everything has been washed / sprayed with Lysol, and wiped clean. L begged for breakfast this morning, but I made her hold out for toast and crackers at lunch. Poor girl didn't need to learn the hard way that you need to slowly reintroduce food to your stomach after such gastrointestinal acrobatics. I'm sure she thought I was being cruel. She also didn't like that I told her she couldn't go on a playdate at her friend M's house today. I tried to nicely explain, "Baby, they don't want you at their house after you spent last night throwing up!" Hopefully we'll all stay well so she can attend a birthday party Saturday and church on Sunday.
We're super tired, and Bart is bringing home Chick Fil-A for supper, because no one feels like fixing a meal. The poor dogs are even pooped. Everyone was worried about our girl. Lucy and Dory got up with us. It reminded me of the few (horrible) times we had all-nighters with her when she was a teething baby. You don't really realize dogs can have circles under their eyes until you go through a night like that with them.
|Ladybug's nurses were hard at work last night.|