The Joys of Motherhood

I did not sleep last night. I think God is asking me if I'm sure I want to have another baby right now.

Disclaimer: if you have a sensitive stomach or just had breakfast do not read this next part. Trust me on this one.

So, as you've probably guessed by now R is sick. Last night at 4 am she started coughing and ended up vomiting all over the bed. Let me just tell you that milk and medicine make the worse vomit and leave a foul smell. Not something you wanna wake up to at 4 am.
So Zé Maria and I changed her clothes and put her in our bed while we changed her bed.
Then at 6 am she starts screaming that she wants to go to the potty. Well, apparently I didn't get there fast enough. That's right, you guessed it. Diahrea.
At least she had her NASA-astronaut-like pijamas that prevented it from getting on the sheets. So we change her clothes again and put het back to bed. By now it's too late for us to go back to sleep and a shower sounds like a really good idea.

I had forgotten how tired you get after being up with a child the whole night. Somehow the thought of having a newborn seems to have lost some of it's appeal this morning. I'm certain it's only temporary but I'm glad I ovulated already this cycle, or I would be getting second thoughts.

I called home just a minute ago and the nanny says R woke up at 10 am. She doesn't have a fever and has not vomited or gone to the potty yet. She is dancing in the kitchen. Of course she is. She slept until 10. Thank God tomorrow is a holiday.