Rought night last night. Sam woke up throwing up twice. 1:00 and 3:30 am. It was extremely gross of course and very concerning as she’s never done that before. She was so pitiful. She let me take her temp (which she HATES and usually fights me like a wrestler) and she was so pale and sad looking. I rocked and cuddled her both times and she went back to sleep. Its now almost 8:30 and she is still asleep. That’s unheard of.
So what I’m doing? Coloring my hair of course. ‘Cause that’s what everyone does at 8:00 am on a Saturday isn’t it?