No-one ever said motherhood was pretty.
Molly was sound asleep today and I went to set her down and she woke up, per usual. I went to get a piece of chocolate (me=chocoholic, if you read often you should know this by now), and all of a sudden Molly started gagging.
Me, not thinking, I looked at her like "Why are you gagging, that's strange?" and she proceeded to projectile vomit all down the front of me and onto the floor. Like, the entire contents of her stomach and then some.
I got her changed and she was perfectly happy and wanted to bounce, which isn't the best idea when you've just puked, you know? So, I hung out with her and she started gagging again, so I ran and let her puke into the sink. As I am holding her, I am bawling because I don't know what to do for her. I felt so bad, because she doesn't understand what throwing up is.
She finally stopped throwing up and is now half asleep in my lap. She hasn't eaten yet and I want her to eat, but I don't want her to puke again. She did drink some water, which is a good thing.
Poor Molly. I don't think I am going to sleep well tonight.