She's been doing pretty well staying in bed, so I was a little surprised. I met her at the door, but before I could say "back to bed," she was saying, "I don't wike it mama. I don't wike it my bed. My mouf fell down. My mouf fell down off my buck-bed"
I had no idea what that meant.
Until, of course, I went into the room and saw vomit all over the floor, bed rail, and sheets.
ah. Ok. Got it. Your mouth fell down. Indeed.
I managed to change her gross sheets and clean everything up and put on new ones without waking up Abby. So, that was good.
E seems fine. She fell asleep at the table during lunch...I think because she was up from 1-3 last night while we dealt with her bed and got her back to sleep. So who knows why she was sick. Hopefully it really was just a fluke because changing the bedding on bunk beds while you're 7.5 months pregnant is not my favorite thing in the world.
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