Anything But Gray

I woke up at about 2am to Jaime crying in our doorway…
"Mommy, I just threw up in my bed…" Oh no, I think and get up out of bed.
I get to her doorway and see that she did, indeed, get sick in her bed.
Ugh. That is the only thing on the planet that I have a hard time cleaning up..it's a battle the whole time to not get sick myself. Not fun.
I take her to the bathroom to make sure she's okay and to get her some water.
She's upset, but okay…
I go take care of her bed and in the meantime she has climbed into our bed and cuddled up with Zak.
I finish cleaning up her bed and I go to get back into bed. I shake Jaime and tell her she has to go to the edge of the bed, in case she throws up again. I'm thinking Zak would not appreciate getting thrown up on. <shrugging> Call me crazy…but I just know he would not like that. lol.
So Jaime goes to the edge of the bed and I get in the middle and put my arm around her and we fall back asleep.
45 minutes later, she does get sick again but she didn't quite make it to the edge of the bed. So again we go to the bathroom and take care of her and I take care of the bed. Zak wakes up and he's helping me. Jaime goes back to her bed and lays down and goes to sleep. I go back to bed and I can't sleep because now I'm certain she is going to be sick again….and sure enough, she was. A couple more times.
Finally at 5:30am I just get up. She stays asleep for a few hours.
I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and she wakes up and comes in the bathroom and she's crying.
I ask her if she's okay and she says "I did not like that night last night, Mommy"
I hold her and tell her "Neither did I baby, neither did I."

Poor thing. She's in great spirits today and she says her tummy hurts a little. I think she could've managed to go to school but I'd rather be safe than sorry and I don't want her passing a stomach bug around.

These are the times that it really hits…wow, I'm a mom. On the one hand it's a cool feeling, knowing I'm who she's looking for when she's sick, I remember being sick and all I wanted was my mummy. It amazes me sometimes that I'm a mom and now this beautiful little girl feels that way about me. It's an awesome feeling and sometimes I don't feel worthy. But then on the other hand, when they get sick like that and I have such a hard time cleaning it up… it's like "Oh come on, you couldn't ask for your daddy for this?"

The joys of parenthood.