shoes or spews
last night magnificent and i were preparing to go out and i showed the girls the shoes i was going to wear. they were very impressed and made all the right sounds.
sela put her hands in the air and said, "mummy can the girls put the beautiful shoes on?" and i replied in the negative.
"No darling, mummy is putting the shoes on, and then she and daddy are going out."
"ooohhhhh!!!" and her mood went from sunny to sulky. we have been trying to manage sela’s sulkiness in the last few weeks – it is an unattractive habit and she is prone to it right now.
"my tummy hurts!" she declared. "My tummy hurts so much! i am going to vomit and it hurts!"
she dashed into the playroom, swishing the sides of her princess nightie. "my stomach hurts!"
she stalked a few more steps, whinging about the pain in her stomach, and approached gary, who was unobtrusively working on a light fixture in the playroom. "gary! i am going to vomit, i have a pain in my tummy and i can’t try on the shoes!"
gary looked at me and i asked, "sela, do you need to sit on the toilet?"
and she looked at me and walked over to me, and shook her head, at the same time, raising her hand and leaning it against the closet.
and then the vomitting began.
one huge splash.
carys burst into screams and tears.
i kicked off my shoes,
"good girl, sela, you are being very brave!" i encouraged her, just in time for the second wave to ricochet off the closet on to the floor.
i debated if there was time to get her to the bathroom, looked at the volume on the floor/closet and decided it wasn’t worth the potential mess. so i supported instead, pulling back her nightie and pointing down her head for yak #3.
when it was all done, i took her and sobbing carys "my sister won’t stop vomitting!" into the bathroom and i gave sela a drink of water. then i washed her hands and feet. changed her nightie and let her select a new nightie.
"so very proud of you kitten" i told her. and really i was. she hadn’t cried a bit. she had known the vomit was coming, and i was the bad mum who hadn’t believed her. "i am so proud of you sela, most people tend to vomit all over carpets but you didn’t."
i asked her if the vomit feeling was all gone from her tummy and when she assured me it was, i asked her if she wanted a banana. she agreed happily and then i gave her one. we held a brief practise session of what to do if she ever felt the vomit feeling in her tummy again, (permission to scoot out of bed even though we dont get out of bed after bedtime). and then i left.
i felt pretty guilty afterwards though. she had told me she was going to vomit and i thought she was being all dramatic. what a crap mum i can be sometimes!
