A Long Night... (Updated)

Means a long day.

I should start by saying, I had a splitting headache all day yesterday. One of those headaches that don't go away and always get worse. One that hurts whether you sit up or lie down, take aspirin, drink caffeine or put pressure to the spot that hurts. It hurt so much I had a rough time falling asleep last night, but I finally did...at 10:30. (This being after I got in bed at 8:30.)

Then it all started at 12:21 am. I heard Dylan calling my name. I first thought (strike that, hoped) it was just her calling out in her sleep like she sometimes does, but when I heard her calling my name a few times, I knew she was awake. I got up and opened her door to find her standing there in her crib and she had thrown up everywhere. What a mess. And she was worried about her dirty diaper.

I changed her diaper and pajamas and took her in to lay with Todd while I cleaned up the mess. We then attempted to have Dylan sleep with us because I didn't have any more sheets or mattress pads for the crib. How can that be you ask? I have two kids in cribs you say. This is true, but Isaac had his stomach issues yesterday, except with him his mess was coming from the opposite end. Poor kid. Needless to say, there was nothing clean.

So after Dylan spent a long half hour with us I decided a towel was going down on the crib and we'd put her back to bed. She fell asleep without a hitch.

Fast forward to about 30 minutes ago. Todd kissed me goodbye on his way to work and I asked him to turn off Dylan's ceiling fan so she wouldn't get too cold. (I left her window open to air out the room.) I listen for Todd's car to leave like I always do, then decided it was time to go back to sleep. That's when I heard Dylan a second time. Not calling my name, but coughing and throwing up again. I got to her room fast and was able to keep most of the mess contained, and again, Dylan wasn't worried about what had just happened, she just wanted me to hold her and rock in the rocking chair.

So now we are camping on the floor in the front room. Dylan on a blanket, me on the floor and a blanket over us. She doesn't want to go back to her room, and who could blame her?

I'm sure this means I'm in for a long day. Here's to hoping both my kids feel better soon.

UPDATE:

About ten minutes after posting this Isaac woke up. He had gone through another diaper. As I was changing him (and listening to his gut-wrenching screams) I heard Dylan in the front room, throwing up again. So, it was just after 5 am, everyone was awake and we turned on some Baby Einstein to keep us all calm.

Luckily I put both the kids back to bed at about 7:15 and got a little more sleep myself. We'll see how it goes from here.