Our friends got results about what is happening with their little girl yesterday. These are friends that we have known since we were stationed together at Tech School in Texas together five and a half years ago. I was one of the first people to meet their daughter when she was born down there. We lived next door to each other then, as we do now. We were supposed to leave at the same time to move to England (yeah it is weird that we kept getting the same orders). They are no longer moving to England with us. Their daughter has Leukemia.
Right now other than emotional support we can't do much to help them. Their other 3 kids cannot come to stay at our house until KiKi and I are both well. There is no need in them picking up what we have and passing it along to their sister. Both my husband and I wish we could do more. The situation just sucks all around (this is me changing the subject before I get really worked up again).
Lastnight I thought all the drama was over for the day, both kids were asleep, I was watching my TiVo'd episode of Rasing the Bar, and oh I was so wrong. I hear LaLa start screaming from her bedroom. I really don't think much of it because she always screams when she wakes up for no reason at night. I go up there to get her back to sleep and she is covered from head to foot in puke. Smite me, oh Mighty Smiter! Seriously? Are you kidding me? Bathwater is immediately run, call to The Man is made because he is off with his buddy playing racketball, bedsheets are stripped off the bed. The Man arrives back home right after I put LaLa on the couch to watch some T.V. while I finish cleaning up her bed. Oh man it was a mess. I get LaLa back in bed after the show she is watching on Noggin ends. It is now 11:30 at night and I am beat like a red headed step-child.
I hear ya KiKi, I hear ya.
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Oh, I hate those late night vomit episodes. I had one, too, and I had to take my sheets OUTSIDE in the middle of the night to hose them off while I was in my underwear.
I'm sorry.
Hate those nights. It's like a bad dream. So sorry about the little one. :( They get so confused and really don't understand what's happening.
Keep us all posted on your friend's little one. My thoughts are with her.
I hope your little one feels better soon. Vomiting is the worst. Our son always feels so miserable.
I'm really sorry to hear about your friend's child. Being a friend is the best you can do right now. If they need answers, cancer.org (the ACS site) may help.
Aaawww...poor sick baby.
Poor girls. =(
Awwwww......
I canNOT handle vomit.
No way, no how.
Hope the baby gets to feeling better :(
Oldest was bottle fed and was a puke machine. Like the Exorsist. It was disgustingly impressive.
Sorry about the little one. There's no words for that.
I am so sorry that you are sick. I hope everyone gets well again soon.
I have been right there too. I thought, there is nothing wrong with the child so they can cry, come to find out they are covered in vomit or poo or something. Yuck!
Oh, man, that is just rotten, especially when you're sick, too. She looks very cute even in her sickness. Feel better!
My niece was diagnosed with leukemia when she was six, went through all of the treatments fairly well, not too, too sick.
She had to stay at the hospital for a long time, which sucked, but she's now 26 and just had her first baby. Hopefully, your friends will have the same outcome.
Didn't think I'd be the first one to pick up on it, but I love the subliminal quote of "Bruce Almighty" that you threw in there.
Aww, I feel your pain- hope things start going better- for everyone.
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