Day 3. Our 2-year-old puked most of today. Fortunately for me, I was with the in-laws, so I didn’t have to deal with it alone. I called my husband twice. He’s a fearless puke-cleaner-upper, and in the face of unknown medical issues, he’s the non-worrier, or at least, he doesn’t show it to me. I needed his strength today. But maybe that’s why this happened when he wasn’t around. Maybe I need to rely on God more, and have confidence that I don’t have to have my husband here.
Oh, and I conquered my fear of being puked on, so I feel like I’ve taken another step on the mom journey.