Same old barf and dance

I thought this one would be different. I mean D. Jr. pretty much spent the first 18 months of his life projectile vomiting at will. Crying equaled scrubbing puke. Not happy to be going to bed almost certainly meant that he would be getting a 2 am bath to wash the puke off. A runny nose pretty much guaranteed puke-a-rama. The annoying part – yes, more annoying than cleaning up puke at 3 am in the morning, puke that has run down the heat register or gotten into every crevice of the crib – the annoying part was that post-puking, like immediately post-puking, he was happy as a clam ready to go on to the next thing in his world.

So, 6 months in, I kind of thought L.E. was different. No puking yet. Until last night, that is, when she projectile puked twice between 9 and 10 pm and once at 3 in the morning. And it was that kind of puke that makes you marvel at how large the stomach contents of a 6 month old are. The kind of puke that you allowed to get everywhere because you were shocked it was happening and certainly it’s over . . . oh, no now it’s over; oh, ok now that it’s all over the fridge door it’s really over. It was a stealth vomit attack.

And just like her brother, she was all smiles and giggles afterwards, enjoying her baths and so on. So while I’m a bit worried, the fact that her spirits and disposition are good (and that she has drank a bottle of pedialyte and successfully eaten since 6 in the morning) have me thinking that whatever caused this can’t be too serious. Still, it puts the damper on a beautiful day, a day where D. Jr. is in daycare no less, as I really don’t want to find myself out and about with a potentially puking kid. Hooray for housebound!

Anyone have tips for getting puke out of the cracks between the hardwood?