Monday, February 2, 2009

Another Saturday night…

Ryan has a cold. It's one of those colds where snot just pours out of his nose. My poor little guy hates having his nose wiped and I've been inflicting this torture on him all weekend. So much, in fact, that his nose is red and chapped and I feel awful.

All Ryan wants to do is have Mommy carry him around and whimper. I feel for him, if I was feeling half as bad as he is, that's all I'd want to do too.

Which brings us to Saturday night… Ryan went to bed at about 7:30 p.m., just like every night. He slept through until 8 a.m. when I heard him crying.

It was a sad little cry. I peeked in his door and saw him still laying down, so I closed the door and let him sleep. About 15 minutes later, he started crying again. This time, when I went to check on him, he was sitting up, still crying.

"Good morning, buddy," I said to him as I walked in his room, and at about the same time, I saw that he was sitting in the middle of a pile of puke.

This would be the third time in his life that I have gone in his room and found him surrounded by vomit. I have no idea how fresh it was or anything. All I know is sometime between 7:30 p.m. and 8 a.m. Ryan puked.

He sleeps through just about anything and almost never wakes up during the night. I'm hoping he didn't get sick in the middle of the night, but one can never really tell. And I probably would be able to tell if I was one of those moms who checked on their kids at night before going to bed.
I went out to lunch on Friday with a friend of mine. During our conversation she talked about watching her kids sleep and how peaceful they are while sleeping.

That was when I started laughing so hard I almost chocked on my food.

After I put the kids to bed, there is no way I enter their rooms. They sleep in a fortress I wouldn't go in if you paid me because it possibly would wake them up. I will gladly live the rest of my life without seeing my kids asleep in their bed if it means they both will sleep peacefully through the night.

3 comments:

Autumn's Mom said...

Poor Ryan. I hope he feels better soon. Nothing like waking up in a pool of puke. That's got to be the worst. I loved watching autumn sleeping and have snapped many a picture. But not when she was a toddler. I'm with you on their rooms being a fortress. NO. ONE. ENTERS. haha

James said...

Mrs. LIAYF checks on a sleeping lukas every night and gets away with it. Not me.

I would have carbon dated that puke to make you feel better.

Rob said...

The vomit thing sucks. Ours did that a few times, and he'd wake up with that same sad little cry. Sometimes, he'd sleep through the night, other times it would happen to him after a coughing fit. I feel for you and the little guy.

I'm about to go check in on him now; he's sound asleep, and won't wake up even if his diaper's dirty and I need to change it for him. The boy can sleep, and he does not like to wake up in the morning, either.

But I digress. Hope the little one feels better very soon!!