The Daily Hailey

Remember how yesterday was all springy and productive? When the wind and rain started up, Brady and I decided to have a bit of a home date night. Once the kids went to bed, we played some cards, had a soak, and snuggled in to watch one of our favorite shows together. It was around 10:00pm when we heard some weird sounds in the house. We paused our show and just kind of regarded each other, trying to figure out what the sound was. Seconds later, we heard a watery cough, followed by the click of our door opening.

Brady jumped out of bed and met our poor Dekker at the door as he puked all down our wall and on our floor. I stayed in bed, but urged him over to my bedside and hung onto him as he threw up in my garbage can over and over. I didn’t even know what to do next, honestly. He was positively covered in puke. He had managed to throw up on our blanket too. It was just a massive mess.

Brady ran to grab Dekker some fresh jammies and some cleaning supplies to begin the job ahead. I peeled Dekker out of his sopping wet jammies and used some wipes to clean off his hands and face. When Brady reappeared, he had the supplies, as well as information. Apparently Rowan had slept through the whole thing, thank goodness, but there was vomit everywhere. We’ve never had to do a late-night clean up to this extent, so we both felt pretty overwhelmed. I tucked Dekker into our bed and put Clifford on for him very quietly, and went to join the fun. But fun, I mean the enormous clean ahead.

We started in the boys room, where vomit was in Dekker’s bed, on the floor beside it, in the doorway, and on the door. Brady had begun cleaning the floors so I headed for his bed and stripped it of everything barfy. Which was everything. The pillow was salvageable but nothing else. His stuffed puppy had a vomit mohawk. I scooped everything into the fitted sheet and hauled it out of their room. On my way out, I snuck over to Rowan’s crib. I was SO amazed that he had slept through everything so soundly.

Rowan was covered, head to toe, in vomit. Chunks of disgusting, stinky, thick vomit. He was fast asleep, but wet and crusted over. I was completely floor. Brady and I had played cards at the table as the kids fell asleep. Rowan never got up, or cried, or fussed, or even really talked. We could see by his position that he likely vomited up a storm, rolled over, and kept sleeping. It was literally head to toe. His hair was completely crusted over (vomit helmet-ish) down to his socks that took real work to peel off. And everything in between was adequately soaked. I tried to undress him really gently while he slept, so I didn’t wake him too abruptly, but the moment he lulled, he was justifiably upset. He was instantly shivering and squirming and wailing “No! Nooooo!” Try to reason with a two year old :/ He was so so upset. There was no way I could just surface clean him with a cloth, either. So Ro had a late night bath. Praise the Lord, he likes the bath, and once he warmed up a bit, he was on board. He just held a single bath toy and allowed me to wash his hair and body. There were chunks floating around in the tub. It was so vile, guys. But he was such a good sport about it.

We checked on Dekker on and off, and he was dozing in and out, but content, which we were grateful for. If he were needing extra hands-on help, the whole clean up process would have taken so much longer. When I went to get him to put him back in his bed, he was fine with it. I carried him, so he wouldn’t accidentally step in all of the vomit spots in our room and outside his own room that we hadn’t had a chance to clean yet. I put him on his bed and informed him that he was going to sleep with a different blanket, and that his puppy was out of commission as well. He was so accepting of the situation at hand. Rowan was surprisingly on board as well. As many of you know, Rowan’s chewing got pretty nuts a while back, and he only has a pillow in his bed now. No more blanket, and no more foxy. When I put him down in his bed and told him his pillow was too soaked with barf, and he couldn’t have a pillow tonight, he smiled just fine and said “ok” and lay down, ready for sleep. I felt so so bad about it, though, so I gave him one of my pillows. All of our extra pillows that no one uses are too tall/firm for him. He was SO happy when I brought in a pillow for him 🙂 Totally worth it.

Once both boys were tucked in, we continued the mad clean around the house. It REEKED. Just minutes later, I walked past the kids rooms, and heard coughing. I stuck my head into the boys room and asked if everyone was ok. Both boys answered “yup!” really chipper. So I left. But less than two minutes later, I heard more coughing. I ducked in once again and asked who was barfing. “Rowan,” Dekker told me. I quickly went to his crib as he lifted his head.

“Are you barfing, Ro?” I asked.

*barfs* “Ya.” And then he lay his head down in it.

Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

I scooped him out of his bed and sat him up on my lap, where he proceeded to fight me hard, throwing himself around, but taking the occasional break to lean forward and vomit into the garbage can. It finally ceased and we checked out the new damage. It wasn’t as bad at all, and because it didn’t sit and soak, it was all more reasonable to clean up. A fresh pillowcase was all it took. Then he was back in bed, and remained there for the rest of the night.

Our clean went on for a solid hour. The walls and doors took a pretty good hit, and the carpets are the best they can be for the moment, but we’re definitely on the hunt for a carpet cleaner. The last six months have just been nuts around here. I don’t have to tell you guys this. But our carpets would probably appreciate the extra help after all they’ve been through.

No one barfed in the night, but our house smells awful, I’m not going to lie. What we boiled yesterday down to, unfortunately, was our lunch. We had McDonalds. I’m not going to rag on fast food restaurants, because so rarely have we gotten food poisoning, but both Dekker and Rowan had chicken at McDonalds yesterday and WOW was something ever wrong with it!! No one else had chicken. Its now out of them, which is good, and everyone is healthy and well this morning. Exhausted, mind you, but vomit free. Laela is convinced she’s next, because our sicknesses tend to cycle through everyone, so she is insistent on hauling a barf bucket around with her, but I think she’s in the clear.

So as for today, its good that its raining because if it weren’t, we wouldn’t be quite so diligent with the wild amount of laundry we have on our plates! We soaked a few things overnight but we have a couple loads of bedding going, as well as a few things hanging to dry in front of fans.

Just wait until I have a deck to hang laundry out on…..