Last night Bridget had an accident at a friends house.

When we got home (around 8:30) I made her go straight to bed. Not 20 minutes later she was complaining that her tummy hurt. She asked me to rub Vicks on her tummy – she was convinced it would work. A few minutes later she asked for a drink and a cracker…

I thought it was all an excuse to not be in bed. I told her no.

Another 20 minutes went by and she was still complaining. This time tossing and turning too. I traded her 2 polly pockets for 2 crackers… wanted to see just how sick she felt – just how badly she wanted those crackers. She gave up the polly pockets.

She was still complained that her tummy hurt. She told me that she was going to say a prayer to make it better. She did. When that didn’t immediately work she asked me to call daddy to give her a blessing. I did.

I was starting to wonder if maybe her tummy really did hurt. If it was more than an excuse.

Next thing I know, she needed to go potty… Diarrhea. So then I felt bad getting after her for having an accident. And for making her trade toys for food. *Sigh*

She came to lay on my bed and I rubbed her back while we waited for daddy to come home and give her that blessing. Just as we heard daddy open the door she began to vomit. Lots. And it was all over OUR bed. I was holding Spencer… I jumped up. Yelled for Dave to hurry. But it was all too late to save our sheets. There was evidence of peanut butter sandwiches, and sliced peaches all over the place. It was not fun. We laid the baby down and I tackled the cleaning of Bridget and Dave got sheet duty.

Its now about 11:00 p.m.

Dave turned on the fan and opened the window in our room to get rid of the smell.

Bridget still wanted a blessing, so we took her out to the hall and had her sit on a chair. Half way through she began vomiting again. All over her clean jammies and her clean body. And all over the carpet. Back to the tub she went, and out came the carpet shampooer.

A little bread and Sprite later she said she was feeling better and we sent her to bed.

No more vomit in the night, thank goodness. Though we did send her to bed with a plastic bowl, just in case.

Between her and Spencer taking turns waking in the night, none of us got any real sleep. She woke up with a fever around 6:00 this morning. But she’s acted fine since. No church for any of us though. She’s napping now… thankfully.

I hope its over. I hope she feels better. I hope Spencer doesn’t get it. I hope none of us do. Wish us luck!