Silent Night...Holy $#!& !

Last night was Eliza's first full night's sleep. Normally parents would awaken on that morning happy and excited that their little one let them sleep.

Unfortunately at the same time Eliza was snoring away, Morgan was recovering from a stomach bug that had her vomiting after she tried eating anything and then every 30 minutes after that. The poor thing was so exhausted every time she got sick she shook and cried. Her first event was before midnight 2 nights ago and had us racing into her room every time we heard her scream "Mommy!" in a way reserved only for real pain. Kim eventually lay down in Morgan's room to be there before Morgan got sick, mainly to make cleanup easier. I offered but Morgan refused to let me sleep in her room. In the middle of the night, when Morgan was starting to feel better she told Kim to go back to her own bed. As Kim was leaving the room Morgan stopped her and said, "Mommy, take your stuff" and pointed at the bedding she had brought in.

Our planned trip up to Laytonville yesterday was understandably postponed as we hoped Morgan would recover from the previous night. She did well for a few hours, but when she was down for her nap we were summoned by that call, "Mommy!" We've done a lot of laundry in the last 36 hours.

Last night, Eliza's night, we were awakened to a version of "Mommy!" that, half asleep, sounded the same, but Morgan only wanted her pacifier.

Eliza is also now teething. Feels like she just got here and she's screaming in the other room. Kim fumbles through the medicine cabinet like an addict looking for a score and in a way she is. She gave Eliza some teething tablets and the kid is silent.

Morgan has kept down everything for the last 16 hours or so, and things are getting back to normal. Good thing I had 4 days off.

So Silent night, Holy $#!& !