Dylan bedshares with me more often than not, and one particular night I had just finished night-nursing him and I reached over to look at my phone and check the time. I had a couple of texts from my friend, Katie, saying that her daughter had been throwing up.
Oh no.
We hadn't seen KJ since Tuesday and it was Friday at this point... maybe we'd be lucky and not get sick. And just as I finished that though I heard Dylan next to me, vomiting.
So much for that.
The next 48 hours were spent helping Dylan, cleaning up vomit, doing loads and loads of laundry, and then doing the same for poor Owen. Kraig and I didn't get sick, thank goodness.
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| Poor babe. |
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