Last night went just like any other night. Grayson went down around 7:30pm, sleeping by 8pm. I had worked out, showered & was winding down to get ready to go back into the office after a random day off (never fun).
9:30 rolls around and I'm just getting ready to go to bed when I hear one of the worst screams coming from Grayson's room ever. I run up there and open the door. I smell something terrible, assumed he needed a diaper change. "BOO BOO, BOO BOO", in between sobs. "Where is the boo boo?" and he points to his mouth, even though it's pitch black I immediately realize the smell is throw up. Nothing we have ever really dealt with to date as parents. I yell for the hubs and start cleaning up the kid.
15 minutes later I have him laying back in bed and just as I get downstairs he starts screaming again, look at the monitor, sure enough, another mess. We go through the process again. This time I stay in the room .... long ass story short, 5:30am was when he finally stopped getting sick. He got up for the day around 8:15am. Totaled maybe 5 hours of sleep, though not all at once.
Needless to say I didn't go to work today. We laid around and around 10:30 with no sickness around, he asked to eat & I gave him some chicken noodle soup stuff. By noon he had his daddy outside playing like nothing ever happened. He napped for a little over an hour, but woke up unhappy again.... by 3pm....
This has been our worst parenting adventure to date - I'm hoping tomorrow he wakes up bright eyed and bushy tailed.