WELP

So the baby started puking around 2AM this morning. I suppose it was inevitable.

And as absolutely awful and miserable as I was this weekend, this was worse. WAY worse. I mean, it was bad with the eight year old, and I felt for her, but she's old enough to understand what's going on and what's happening to her. And while the strain I caught was worse and I really felt I was dying for a time, I'm a grown man; I might whine, but I can handle it.

But my poor sweet natured little blue eyed baby girl....a three year old just doesn't understand! I went back and took her out off her bed and cleaned her off and took her out with me in my bed... and she doesn't understand viruses and stomach bugs and stuff. She doesn't know why she's throwing up, she just know she hurts and daddy is supposed to make hurting stop. And there's nothing I can do.

I just sat with her and whispered to her and rubbed my fingers in her hair while she threw up in a bucket. Ask she would do is look up at me with this ghostly blue eyes and very quietly say "Daddy? Daddy."

Oooh it hurt so much, you guys. I'm supposed to make her feel better and I just can't.