(this picture was as close to looking like she was throwing up that I could find, I think we were really just trying to make funny faces)
Addi is pretty sweet...most of the time, but when she is sick, she is seriously the sweetest thing ever.
I always thought that having your baby throw up would be scary, that they would be scared that crazy stuff was being heaved from their mouth and would send them into a complete panic. I think Addi kinda likes it.
Not even a problem.
So a couple nights ago when she woke us as 2 o'clock (yes, she was in our bed, get over it.) So when she woke us up with a spray of chunky red (strawberry crystal lite and various foods) I was not very surprised that it just makes her a little jabber jaws.
Conversation is as follows:
"Oh Addi, I'm sorry does your tummy hurt?"
"No I feel all better."
"Good, lets clean you up."
Changed Jammie's, let her wear her cow ones that I try to hide because she wants to wear them 24/7. While me and Ron were scrambling trying to change pillows and sheets and get goopy blankets out of the way, she says:
"Oh mommy, I'm so very, very sorry."
"Addi, you don't have anything to be sorry for, you are the best girl ever"
"Oh, I am? Alright."
Ron went off about how I have taught her the immense guilt that I always feel for each and every thing regardless of it had anything to do with me. I would blame my mother for teaching me this guilt ridden path, but I would feel bad for putting the blame on her so I wont. I guess it is a chain that cant be broken.
Then we cuddled up again and went to sleep. How cute can vomit be?