Laundry at Midnight

Sickness. Its awful being sick. But it doesn't compare to having our girls be racked with sickness. The only reason that being sick myself, can even compete is that if I'm taken out, then taking care of them becomes this juggled mess of laying half aware on the floor hoping everything is going ok in the room with them... therefore making my sickness somewhat awful.
But holding them, watching them in pain.. its the worst.
Lily was really sick starting Friday. Started with vomiting, and then spent the next 4 days on our laps in the most listless, lethargic state, with occasional cries of pain. Now, Auty has started in on the first part. Its a good thing Daddy can handle puke better than me. I found that I can 3/4 function IF I tie a fabric softener sheet to my face. But even that can't handle the close encounters with the toilet for me, when I clean them up, get puked on, etc.

I just want to hold them when it happens, be there like a mom should be. But I've tried, and it has ended badly for both of us. Case in point -simultaneously holding Auty (after she has vomited on me), and crouching at the toilet, gripping her and the porcelain while my stomach does the chacha. So, I'm the mom thats holding my nose and saying encouraging things like.. 'you're being so brave' from at least an arm's length away. It makes me want to cry. Hopefully when I'm not pregnant I will function at full capacity and be able to cradle my beans while sickness overcomes them.

Currently Fletch has towels draped all over him, with Auty wrapped in towel only (for easy clean up), on top of him, laying on our bed. If I'm not there, she will fall asleep. Feeling slightly useless and full of anticipation for the next round, I alas am writing a blog about this event, because sleep just doesn't seem to be the right thing to do. However, it should be, because we most likely will be up on several more aromatic and wet occasions this fine night. Round one of a full washer is underway, and the hum of the dryer for one single blankie - 'baba', (a quick but still smelly fix) are sounding in the next room. Its time to find my 'sleeping' location tonight. Sleeping being the word in question.