It's 4:07 a.m. as I type this and I've been up now for about 21 hours. I had good intentions of getting to bed at a reasonable Saturday night time, around 10:30. I started my bedtime routine and went in to check on Finnegan, and there he was...sitting up in bed, covered in an upchucked version of dinner. And he's been continuing the up-chuckin' about every 20-30 minutes since. Brandon of course has been amazing and helped Finn through the messiest of it all, but I finally sent him off to bed at around 2, and here I am in between bouts.
I didn't think that this would ever be something that I'd write about in my blog, but it seems to be significant in the fact that we, as parents, have never yet had to deal with a night like tonight... Not that I didn't see it coming. This is only about the 3rd time that I can recall Finnegan throwing up, and the 2 other times were in the day time and passed relatively quickly.
So, I've spoken to the consulting nurse 2x this evening, mainly to calm my nerves that anything is seriously wrong with my child. She was amazing and wonderful and patient enough to deal with a mother who has no idea what she's doing. And now I'm sitting here at 4:15 and Finnegan is sleeping for the moment and I am calm and surprising myself at how awake I am. I'll give you all an update as to how the boy is feeling in the morning. Oh wait... it is morning. Maybe this afternoon.