I have been really lucky. For most of Lila's short existence, she has been pretty healthy. She's never had an ear infection. She's never needed to go to the hospital. So when she actually does get sick it's kind of a novel experience for me.
I don't do well with throw up. Or Shit. Or mucus. Actually, now that I think about it, every single time Lila has thrown up, shit outside of her pants or coughed up an phlegm ball, its somehow ended up on me. It seems she saves all her best presents for Mommy!
Now, I don't know what the proper response is when your kid throws up but I know I always feel a little guilty about mine. Some moms will cuddle their kids and hold a bucket under their chins and tell them gently, "let it out sweety...". That has not been my typical conduct.
Lila started out the week with what we all assumed was a nasty cold. She was sneezing and coughing and miserable but there wasn't much of a fever and for the most part she wasn't too miserable (she felt no need whatsoever to sleep or nap or rest - much to my disappointment). But as the week progressed, the coughing got worse at night, the nose blowing became more productive (and colorful) and she actually refused a Popsicle at one point (see, that's how we gauge how sick our kid is...if she still wants candy, ice cream or frosting then there's no need to spend the money on a doctor visit).
On Thursday morning at the crack of dawn, I heard her in her room sort of half-crying. Then I heard "NOOOO I DON'T WANT MY THROW UP TO COME OUT!!!" I ran in and scooped her up just in time for me to hear her sputter a little bit out and then project puke across my sweatshirt. Like I said, my reactions are not super nurturing, so I sat her on the side of the bath tub, told her to stay bent over in case more came out and as she cried for me to hold her I walked quickly to my room, stripped off my clothes, and quickly grabbed a shirt to throw on. I came back into the room and grabbed a wet washcloth preparing to strip her pajamas off as well. However, Lila (somehow) had ZERO puke on her. She managed to completely spare herself any kind of residue except on her chin and when I came back in the room and got her some water to rinse her mouth she informed me that "it feels all better now!"
As an Epilogue to this, I immediately called the doctor because the puke was mostly greenish yellow snot that had drained from her sinuses and I told them I needed to get her in THAT DAY. By the time we went to the doctor, Lila was acting like nothing was wrong and I felt like an asshole for bringing her in her pajamas when she was obviously well enough to have gotten dressed and partied all day. It turned out she had a pretty bad sinus infection and she's fine now. But I can't stop wondering if I am an asshole parent for being so practical when she was obviously so upset by the whole thing.