The Upside of Vomit

A lot of you are pregnant with your first child or are trying to get pregnant with your first child. If you fall into one of these categories you may want to hold off reading this particular post until your children are teenagers. I’m sure when we all all worried about teen pregnancy and drug use this will sound charming.


Ian threw up in my bed last night.


Eventually we were on our last set of clean sheets (I won’t even go into what happened in his bed) and he and I came out to the living room and slept on the floor.

I gave up got creative and gave him a bowl to throw up in when it became evident that he wasn’t ever going to make it to the bathroom in time.

To make a long and messy story short, I got about three nonconsecutive hours of sleep last night and odds are pretty good that this whole house smells like puke.

Here comes the strange part. It makes me a little bit nostalgic. Ian had reflux when he was a baby. I forgot that for eight months is was standard procedure to wash my sheets every single day because there was a 99.9% chance that he would ralph in my bed.

As I was throwing a load of soiled bedding into my washing machine in a sleep deprived haze I think I actually smiled.

Last night sucked but it was way easier than having infant twins. Sorry Nora. You will never hear me saying that I want to revisit that time in my life. Having a baby with colic and another baby with reflux was maddening, yet somehow we lived through it and now we have these amazing little people that only vomit when they are sick and only scream all night if I really piss them off. Plus, even though it was a huge pain in the ass, twin babies are very cute and at some point (I don’t remember exactly when it was, but I assure you it was after six weeks and before one year) they were even kind of fun, and at some much later point they started sleeping through the night.

So yeah, being puked on sucks but he also still cuddles up with me when he doesn’t feel well and that won’t last forever either and so for now I am willing to take the trade-off.

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  1. Hope he feels better soon.

    And that you get some sleep!

  2. It was a very Intelligent Design to make babies and puppies cute, so we don’t kill them in their sleep.

  3. isn’t it amazing how far a little puke goes?

    yeah i get that bowl out whenever there’s the smallest belly ache now along with “if you’re going to puke use it, don’t even bother trying to get to the bathroom”. if he does get sick i just pick him up & carry him to the bathroom.

    it’s easier for me to hop in the shower after being puked on then to clean the entire pathway to the bathroom & have the smell stuck in my nose the entire day.

  4. Hope Ian gets well soon!

    And I sympathize. I’ll never forget when all four of my kids had the stomach flu at the same time. Each child had their own bowl and we covered the carpet with towels, to try and keep the damage to a minimum.

  5. I am so glad it’s not just me who got all misty-eyed by the smell of my kid’s illness. He, too, was a puker too many times a day to count when he was an infant. Remains a puker. Oh, wait, it’s not misty-eyed from remembering, it’s the stench getting in my eyes. Never mind.

  6. my parents always gave us gallon size ice cream pails to puke in…higher sides than bowls. and, easier to part with, aka throw away, after the whole thing. rather than everytime my mom made cookies us going, “hey, i puked in that!” it only took us saying that once to make the change to ice cream pails permanent.

    good luck with the sickness!

  7. My mom was known for the garbage can lined with bag, right next to the bed.

    Hope he feels better, and you get some sleep!

  8. I know the feeling! My son only cuddles with me when he’s sick now. So while I enjoy the cuddles and hugs, I feel bad that he’s sick at the same time. This results in me then feeling slightly guilty for enjoying these snuggles, because I know if my son had his way, he’d be feeling great and running circles around me like normal!


  9. We have a bucket, affectionately named the puke bucket. Whenever they get ill, it comes out of the closet and follows them around. It’s a giant mop pail, and once the kids get the idea that if they put their head right in it to get sick they don’t have to get up and change their sheets, they embrace it wholeheartedly.

    Good luck, even way up here in the bitter cold north this bug has woken up and attacked our house. It’s a nasty one!

  10. Sorry to hear Ian is down with the sickness. Even sorrier for your sheets.

    And as another twinfant survivor, I second your emotion: my wife and I thank god every day that we’re past that part of our lives. We have friends who are in the midst of it right now and…


    Never again.

  11. awww, the sicko cuddles are still sweet.

  12. I was vomited on thrice just the other day! Not the bed, but ME.

    But you’re right, I don’t have twins, but I’ve had infants, and it’s sort of nostalgic and lovely to remember that some of these abnormals were once normal and daily.

  13. When your nine year old pukes in your bed, there is nothing cute about it. No happy little thoughts. Nothing but disgust.

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