Well, we haven’t had the success with sleeping for over a week now.  I was just getting to the point of grumbling about it again, but I now have an opportunity to choose to thank God that my baby is healthy enough to wake me up at night.  The events of this morning have changed my perspective.

When I went in to get Damara out of her crib - she wasn’t crying for me, like she normally does, just making some noise - I was presently surprised that she had slept all night.  I’d put her to bed some time around ten last night, but she was up again before 11, just as I was settling in.  I felt a little annoyed, but she nursed just a few minutes, then fell asleep.  She slept through until 7:30!

It was quite dark in the room, but something seemed weird.  I could see dark spots on her bedding.  Turned on the light, and there was vomit all over her bed!  I got her and the bed cleaned up, as she had clearly been laying in it (insert mommy guilt).  She seemed happy, though.  I nursed her after her bath, and she promptly threw it all back up.  And again.  And again.  I lost count after the eighth episode of vomiting by mid-morning.  It is now nearly one o’clock.  She is flaked out on my lap, and feverish.  For the past two hours she has woken long enough to struggle through a few moments of wretching, but as she has nothing on her stomach, it’s so very painful.  She then falls right back to sleep.  I talked to a telecare nurse, and they felt she could be treated at home, but we’ll do that for a few hours only.  If she doesn’t improve, or heaven forbid, she gets worse, we’ll be heading to the ER.  I have no car seats at home, as they are all on Greg’s van.  Thankfully, he is able to squeeze in a trip the drug store for suppositories, Pedialyte, and a thermometer (our other one isn’t working).  This has made me only too happy to sit and hold her all day long!

Of course the other kids need me, but they seem to realize that Damara needs me more and are being really great today.

Please pray for us!