Local History/Blowing Chunks

Unfortunately, a similar scene played out in the living room this morning. Miette was awake and crying for much of the time between 3:00am and 6:00am. Was it her teeth? Her stomach? A sore throat? We didn't know. She kept asking for milk, so we gave it to her, but nothing really seemed to help. Around 8:00, Jesse was about to leave for church. He held Miette and tried to console her for a few minutes while I got some breakfast together when suddenly a deep cataract within her opened on the world and vomit rained down on the carpet below. After we got everything cleaned up she seemed okay and we watched Bob the Builder for a while before taking a nice morning nap. Now she's back to her happy, zany self.


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