After vomiting multiple times on Saturday night, my poor daughter appears to have PTSD.
Several times a day she stops mid-play to tell us, "I pit up." After which, we have to say, "I know, baby. You spit up," and make a sympathetic sad face, in order for her to go back to doing what she was doing.
She also is having a harder time getting in and staying in her crib. I think this is because most of the throwing up happened after she was in the bed for the night, and every time my Mom put her back in her pack 'n play.
Last night, she cried after we put her down to sleep -- something that happens very rarely. When I went to soothe her, she cried harder, saying, "No Mommy. I pit up!"
I think she thinks if she stays in her crib, she'll vomit. Awwww. Poor baby.
And then this morning, I went in to get her and she was standing up in her crib, smiling happily, but saying, "Pit up!"
She's obsessed. I feel so bad for her. What do I do with a child who has stomach virus PTSD?
2 comments:
Ha ha. You crack me up! Thanks for a good laugh to start my day. Tam
Poor Clair! And I'm with Karen (from your previous post). I about spit out my tea laughing when you described Dean stapling his thumb and your dad having to remove it with pliers. I'm sure it wasn't funny to your mom or your dad! But God bless them. I guess it'll be a while before you ask them to babysit again, huh? But it sounds like a fabulous evening!!
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