so... that just happened...

I have seen puke - my own, my wife's, my friends', from DUIers, etc., and even my daughter when she was real young. But that last one was from milk or formula, and was really spit-up, not puke. tonight Aria hit another milestone and puked her half-digested dinner and almost completely digested lunch while sleeping. for the first time.

at roughly midnight, Dana woke to Aria crying. I was working in the basement, so i had no idea anything was happening until i hear Dana yelling my name at the top of her lungs. This is a frightening thing by itself because of all the stairs and halls that turn, you have to yell VERY loud in order to be heard all the way in the basement. Two thoughts quickly occur to me: "OMGwhatsWRONGshe'sgoingtowakeupAria!" and then - "OMGihopeAria'sOK!" So I freak out and run as fast as i can around the halls that turn, and up both flights of stairs skipping 2 steps at a time, to hear Aria screaming. I don't know what's going on so i frantically ask, and Dana says she's thrown up in bed. my idea of what this would look like (going by the last time she spit-up milk) paled in comparison to what the aftermath of her mouth explosion. we're talking Mama Cass ham sandwich-sized chunks (proportionate for a 16-month old of course). I could see pieces of chicken, and kidney beans? nope. raisins. bloated raisins. this kinda upset me because i thought she was chewing her food now. see "fun with food" post for more.

I was on cleanup duty. yay. There were diapers in the washing machine that needed to be hungup, and the pads put in the dryer before i could put the now dirty sheets, towel (because by now she had thrown up again), changing pad cover (that was also part of the second instance), and of course Aria's PJs. oh and i didn't think that putting someone's dinner in the washing machine would be a good idea, so i had to throw it in the trash down in the kitchen. I must remember to take that trash out before Dana gets to it in the morning...

All the while, we're discussing what we should do — should we call kaiser permanente, or wait it out? well after she puked that second time, we agreed to call and get some advice or what needs to be done. they have nurse practitioner call-backs, so we waited, calmed Aria, and I cleaned up the puke on the carpet (yes it left her crib too). Dana gave her a bath, which oddly enough, she hated. musta been tired and the whole stomach thing...

Kaiser calls back, and Aria pukes again. :-(
The nurse was very polite, and asked all kinds of standard dehydration questions, which Aria isn't so far, and other weird questions like "is it possible that she has got into a plant or other chemical that is poisonous?" a fair question, considering all the bleach and hemlock we got laying around/growing! or even "are you aware of any head injuries she may have sustained in the past couple of days?" ok...

but the nurse was helpful, we know that if this continues tomorrow after she eats breakfast and lunch, we need to head in.

So now we've got this info of basically get her back to sleep and don't give her water or food until the morning, but we still have a crying baby on our hands. which brings me to the next part that i'll babble about: ARIA DID NOT LIKE ME. she would ratchet up her screaming when Dana passed her off to me because her arms were sore. this hurt my feelings a lot. while i am not the momma, i kinda thought that she saw us as equals considering how much we both take care of her. it made me feel even more helpless. well, Dana worked it out, the wash finished and was dried, so Aria could have Doogan back. yep i forgot to mention. Doogan has something else to add to his list — puked on? check.

oh and I don't know if it's the smell of the trash in the kitchen or recapping all this, but i feel kinda sick to the stomach :-\ hopefully i don't have more to write about tomorrow. i am tired.