I jerked Matt from bed, wrapped Emma in her comforter and handed her over to Matt, "You bathe her, I'll clean up the bed." I turned on a lamp in the corner, which pleased Toby very much, "Bright!" he chirped. Unfortunately, Emma likes to sleep with a menagerie of coverings and furry friends. A sheet, a mattress pad, a fuzzy blanket, a handmade quilt, a silk "lovey," and a couple furry friends went into plastic bags for cleaning.
"Mommy," Naomi whined, "can you turn that light off? It's bothering me."
"Sorry, Naomi," I apologized, "I can't clean throw-up in the dark."
"Bright!" Toby added helpfully.
I remade Emma's bed with fresh bedding, and brought some clean pajamas up for Emma. Matt was gagging as he rinsed Emma off in the bath tub. After an hour of bathing, rinsing, stain removing, laundry washing, and bathroom disinfecting we finally all found our way back to bed around 5:30am. Toby did his best to talk himself to the sunrise, but he eventually succumbed to sleep as well.
My guess is Hannah seeing that those two are inseparable.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, reading this made my stomach turn. For some reason when you are called to action to clean up the mess or take care of the sick one you don't think about what you are doing. You just do it.
Very true, I guess that's God's grace to us.
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