Hannah is sick. She’s currently crashed out on my sister’s bed and who knows when she’ll decide to wake up!
Yesterday afternoon I was called into Han’s creche to pick her up as apparently she was inconsolable about a sore “neck”, which turned out to be throat. When we got home she perked up a bit and asked for a lemon honey drink to fix her throat. It was then I started to doubt the existence of this “sore throat” as Jute has been having lemon honey’s lately and Hannah had taken a particular interest in them. Life went on as usual with Han refusing her dinner as it had potatoes in it (Oh! The INJUSTICE of being served potatoes!) and the long, drawn-out process which is bedtime began. Upon the familiar credit rolling theme music of Shortland St (Yes, I do organise by daughter’s routine by crappy NZ soaps) Hannah started to cry and cry and cry (not entirely convincingly, might I add) and there were even tears, REAL TEARS, and moaning about a sore head. Being the cold hearted mother I am, told her to stop crying and plonked her on the toilet and then made her brush her teeth. She was still complaining of a sore head when I put her to bed so I took her temperature, which was normal, and said good night. No more was heard from the whinge factory that is the Devil Child.
UNTIL 12.30am. I have a sick smelling, teary, little two-year-old come into my room with just knickers on. The poor little chicken had been sick all through her bed. (Honestly, how much vomit can one child produce?!? Apparently a lot!) Tobin, Jute and I cleaned her, her bed, the floor, and then us, from all the remnants of Hannah’s dinner. Which, Thank Dog for potatoes, was not much. Then I felt bad. Real bad. So when the freshly dressed but still sicky smelling child came into my room at some hour of the night, I let her crawl in. She woke up at one point and asked to be taken back to her bed and then promptly threw up all over it again. Luckily I had a bowl ready and caught most of it as I was in no mood to remake the bed again. A towel sufficed. Then I got my sleeping bag and a mattress and camped out next to my sickling child for the rest of the night.