Gabi's cough, that she's had for the last several weeks, flared up with a vengeance last night. I didn't even know she'd climbed into bed with us, when I was woken up by the sound of puking. Of the mucus variety.
Handling stuff like this is so not within my mommy capabilities.
Gabi just went right back to sleep, so I laid perfectly still and woke Gilberto up to do all the dirty clean up. As he leaned over us with a towel, I kept my eyes closed tightly so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of the mess. Once he was done, I changed our clothes and sheets.
I awoke with a start an hour later to Gabi whimpering. Fearing a repeat, I sat up to assess the situation.
Gabi, opening her eyes: Roll it down.
Me: What, honey?
Gabi: ROLL IT DOWN!
Me: Roll what down?
Gabi: The candy cane wrapper.
Me: Oh, okay.
She rolled over and snuggled up in the blanket to go back to sleep with a smile on her face.
I dream about Gabi getting kidnapped, or finding myself at work naked, or getting lost in the jungle. Gabi dreams about candy canes. Even after the kind of night we had.
I'm so tired this morning, with all the coughing and other things that kept me up quite a bit last night. But I keep remembering her little candy cane dream and smiling.