my baby got sick.
i picked ara up from school... she was just as normal as ever, running around, laughing, happy, hugging her friends... on the drive home she was fussy, kinda weird but i just thought she was tired. her nap is usually right when she gets home from school.
we walked in, she went to hug seth, turned looked at me and threw up all over.
she threw up about 6 more times until she fell asleep about two hours later. poor hunny.
i was able to sit with her without one little bit of anxiety. i put towels under her while she laid down and i got a bowl for her to throw up in. nola was sleeping which was AMAZING. i dont know what i would have done with her all up in ara's grill while she was trying to throw up.
it was the saddest thing i've ever seen in my entire life. her tiny little body in so much pain and she was SO calm and collected about it. i was very proud of her.
this is a very big deal because i have wondered how i would handle this when it came, if i'd be able to do it and if i could if i would still be freaking out inside. no freaking.
i feel so thankful that i could be there for her and take care of her and make the whole sick situation be as comfortable, safe and peaceful as possible.
she's better now and in bed.
(in case you haven't read before and you're wondering why this is such a big deal.... i've been an emetophobic my entire life until recently)