V is for Vom.

by LCW on November 10, 2010

in Ryann

I have an irrational fear of vomit.  I hate it. I hate doing it and everything that “comes with” it.  I won’t go into details, but I just don’t handle “it” well.  In my teaching years I would “train” the children to just leave the classroom immediately if they thought they were going to be sick. I shared my fear with them and in my five years in the classroom I never had a puker (in the classroom).

Last night Ryann yakked in her crib, after being asleep for a couple of hours.  No warning of her ill tummy and when she started crying I went into her and freaked out.  VOMIT EVERYWHERE!   People told me when my own child gets sick it’s different, folks I’m here to tell you it’s not different. Yes I love Ryann and want to comfort her and make her feel better and care for her but vomit is vomit. It’s not different, I will never be okay with vomit regardless of who’s body it’s exiting.

I suited up, put on my big yellow rubber gloves and called for reinforcement.  JPW took the baby and her vomited covered self to the bath.  I took the clean up job.  I was robotic, scrubbing and rinsing chunks down the drain before washing and sanitizing.  My heart was racing, I got flush and just couldn’t be near her, I needed JPW to comfort her because WHAT IF SHE THREW UP ON ME?  I know it sounds cold, but I was better suited for the clean up job and JPW was calm and helped her throw up again, this time in a bucket, while I ran out to get Pedialyte and provide the necessary supplies to keep her comfortable.  Luckily she didn’t throw up again last night.  I was up with anxiety and a racing heart for a few more hours, just listening and waiting to send JPW to her rescue.  She woke up in a much better mood and the virus has decided to exit her body from the other end.  Which I can totally handle, so I’m not completely useless.

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