The Hurping Incident
Ahhhh, Friday night.
I've just got Theo into bed and I sit down on the couch to have a beer. Sarah is putting Beth to bed, Beth's all happy and smiles and reading a book. Everything's going well. Theo starts to cry quite a lot on his baby monitor, no worries I think to myself, he often does this just before he drifts off to sleep. Sarah gets Beth all tucked up into bed, I go and read her another book and she's happy and off to sleep. Theo's still making some noises, but I'm sure he's about to drift off to sleep.
Sit on the couch, start to relax. Theo's monitor is going off still. Think I'd better go and check on the little fella to make sure that he hasn't.... vomited all over the floor in a huge pool of pasta filled hurpy. OH BUGGER. Help him into the shower, get him washed again and clean again, change the sheets, scoop up all the hurpie and get the wet vac out the clean the carpet (That thing has paid for itself a few times now), put new PJ's on him and check that he's otherwise alright. Get him back into bed, tell him he's going to be alright and check he's going off to sleep. All good. Ok now I'll go and sit on the.... why is Beth screaming? I'll just go in to make sure she hasn't.... wet herself majorly while pointing deliriously at something on her bed talking about Aunties or something else I couldn't understand.
No worries rip off those sheets too, call Sarah, she helps get Beth into the shower for the second time tonight, I strip down the bed and Sarah washes her. She's clean, the bed is remade again no worries we're off and racing now! Sit down on the couch, ring up Red Chilli Indian takeaways (it is Friday night after all) and order the traditional Beef Vindaloo and the curry Sarah's having. Hang up the phone to hear Theo's monitor going off again, check out his room to see Mount Spewbus has erupted again, everywhere. Poor little fella. Carry him out with hurpie covered pillow into the hallway. Tell Sarah that she'll have to go and pickup the curry sorry because Theo is, once again, covered in spew.
For the next 30 minutes I help Theo hurp into a bowl (bless him, he's so calm and good at it. He just deals with the fact he's not really sure what's going on but he's hurping up a storm) and Sarah goes to fetch the curry. We get everyone back to bed and I take a bite of my curry when Theo starts up again. About 40 minutes later he's finally clean and happy and asleep so I finish my curry. But I know it's going to be one of those nights.
Oh yes I didn't even mention that I was feeling quite under the weather, just a cold, but I hadn't even riden to work (First time in about a month!) because I was feeling crap. Ate my dinner, got on the couch with my doona and settled in for a long night.
And a long, long night it was too. I put on lots of washing as things kept getting hurped on, poor Theo. Like I said he was a real trooper about it, did such a great job, would happily comply as I shoved the bowl in front of him for him to hurp into. About 1am I put on another load of washing. About 2am Theo was finally properly asleep (he'd been dropping of for 20 odd minutes at a time, but would then wake up to hurp again) and I got the washing out of the machine. Oh for forks sake. I've accidentally washed Beth's pink sheet with all the white stuff. I mean not even accidentally, it's a sheet we'd washed about 20 times before. But something (probably the Canistan anti-bacterial wash I added into fix the hurp) has caused it to run. Beth's favourite white nightie is now her probably most-unfavourite pink nightie. Some of the other bedding is pink. Almost in tears (just cause I was tired and you know how you get at 2 in the morning when you're knackered and something goes wrong) I Googled how to fix it and washed it again on a super long wash with detergent and vinegar. Went to bed wondering if I'd get some sleep this time and was promptly woken up at 6am by Theo walking in and snuggling next to me on the couch.
So yes, a good 3 and a half hours of sleep according to my fitbit (Which does sleep tracking). Man I was knackered. I just put Thomas the tank engine on and went back to sleep best I could, Beth woke up at 7am and come into the lounge too so I kind of had to boot up at that stage. Seesh.
Eventually I got up and checked the washing. Beth's pink nightie was, thankfully, almost white again. I put it on another wash with more vinegar and figured it'd be OK.
I went and checked Theo's bed and at some stage in the night he'd hurped up again little man, but only a tiny little one. Cleaned that up and went about the day. Thankfully Theo was pretty much alright for the rest of the day apart from just filling his nappies with litres of liquid. New found respect for the Huggies people who make nappies that somehow save that stuff getting on the couch. Thanks, Huggies.
What a mental ~12 hours it was. Glad Beth didn't get it. And her nightie, while not the whitest of whites, isn't bright pink anymore, she hasn't noticed it's slight tinge of pink.
Hurptastic!
Tim