Last night you woke up and puked large un-chewed chunks of zucchini and little tiny seafood. It wasn’t fun for anyone. (Dragon didn’t wake up, so not bad for her.)
Two baths, three sheets, four pyjamas, and lots of sad looks later, you fell asleep.
You were so afraid of lying down that you insisted on sitting up in my lap. Every time you nodded off, you had this look of worry on your face.
At one point, close to 3:20, you settled into my arm, looked up at me, sighed deeply, and said, “Papa.” It was so soft and sad. You settled into sleep not long after and you insisted on being held while you slept.
A hard night and lots of worry, but you’re fine now and it’s hopefully not going to be a new trend.
I hate not being able to do anything to make it better, but hopefully holding you helped make you feel more comfortable falling asleep. You seem okay now and are happily playing.
Not looking forward to tonight. Hopefully you won’t associate puking with sleep. I also hope this isn’t a new habit.