So last night I put the baby down in his bed. As I was walking out of the room, I heard an all too familiar gurgling sound. And then it happened. He puked EVERYWHERE.
We had lasagna for dinner, and there was Ricotta cheese coming out of his nose. It was so gross. And stinky!
He kept reaching up for me from his crib, wanting me to pick him up. But I had to wash him off first. I yelled to my husband to get a washcloth so I could wipe off his face since Boo Boo had vomited. My husband, always a pillar of strength in a crisis, comes running into the bedroom with a roll of toilet paper.
After I talked him down, he finally got me a soapy washcloth and I undressed the baby and gave him a "bath." I was suctioning out cheese from his nose for the next 20 or so minutes. That was sooooooo much fun.
Anywho, after we stripped the crib, threw everything into the washing machine, and remade the bed, I was nervous to leave Boo Boo alone in his room for fear that he would hurl again. I stayed with him for a while. The minute I put him back in his crib, he rolled over and fell asleep. After about 30 minutes, I went into our bedroom and continued to watch the baby on our new video monitor.
I know my husband thought I was crazy for recently buying the video monitor (with night vision!), but to me it was the best investment I ever made. You can't put a price on piece of mind. But $79.00 works for me! Watching the baby sleep may seem a bit voyeuristic or somewhat overkill, but I have to say that it made me feel so much better to know that he wasn't choking to death in his sleep.
Plus, when he gets older, I'm TOTALLY keeping it in the basement when he has co-ed parties. I think I'll hide it on the mantle ala "Meet the Parents."
No, no. I'm kidding. I really don't think I'll WANT to know what REALLY happens. I was a teenager once. I think my mom would have had multiple strokes if she ever truly saw me in action.
Anywho, that was my evening. I could have been at the Bon Jovi concert. But nooooooooo....
