Last night just as I was falling asleep to "Numbers," which Scott and I were watching together downstairs, I hear crying. It was the beginning of the end. What a long night. My poor little Wally had thrown up all over himself and his bed, also waking up Richie in the process. Zach slept the whole night like a log. Lucky kid. So Scott took Richie downstairs as I proceeded to put Wally in the bathtub, begin stripping his bed and putting everything -- comforter, pillow, etc. into the laundry room for washing the next day. Then I bathed him and put new sheets and blankets on his bed and put him back to bed. About an hour later, the door opens to our room and a crying Wally has thrown up again. At least this time it is significantly less in quantity as his stomach empties. Poor little guy. This time I just do a modified clean-up, wiping up his throw-up with rags and putting towels over the wet spots so he can lay back down. I changed his clothes and just washed his arms, legs, and face from the sink instead of in the tub, but he did not want to go back to bed. He wants to come to bed with me, which I just cannot do. Scott is exhausted and I didn't want to keep him up, but more than that, I do not want my room smelling like throw-up if he happens to vomit again. Ugh. So I took him downstairs and rocked him for half hour or so until he threw up again in my prepared bucket. I was ready, but it still got on the blanket I had wrapped around him and on my shirt, which I just added to my growing laundry pile. Then I moved him to lay on the couch, because it is just so uncomfortable trying to rock in a chair with my wiggly 3-year-old while I am 35 weeks pregnant. Then I went upstairs for my pillow and lay on the ground beside him for perhaps another 45 min until I was pretty sure he wasn't going to throw up again for awhile. I carried him back to his bed, at which point I was finally able to go back to my bed. 4 AM and I was finally able to lay down in my bed. About 5 AM, Wally comes in again and wants to sleep by me, which I allow from sheer exhaustion. That, unfortunately, only lasts about 15 min before he is so insistent that I give him something to eat that we go into the kitchen and I proceed to make him toast and get him a drink of water. He drinks all the water and eats a tiny bite of toast. At a quarter to seven, it is time to wake up Erin and get her going, which I do. Then Zach gets up soon after, only to throw up in the sink. I mean... seriously? sigh... So that was the beginning of my day. Please remember me in your prayers. :)