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I snuck down the hallway this morning on my way to an early morning yoga class, and as I passed the bathroom, I thought, “that new paint really smells – almost like puke.”  But, I’ve had a cold, so I assumed that my perception was a little off.

Bear has had a cold too, or so we thought.  I was called to pick-up Bear from daycare on Tuesday because she had a low fever.  Her fever persisted yesterday, but beyond a runny nose and some sneezing, she did not act very sick.

When I returned home from my yoga class this morning, I was amazed to find Bear dressed with freshly washed hair.  Before I was able to pick up and hug my clean baby, my husband called out from the bathroom.  As soon as I was near enough to hear, he stuck his head over the shower door to share his story of woe.

Bear slept later than usual this morning and when she finally woke up, my husband went into her room to get her and found her covered with puke.  As he tells it, vomit covered her crib, had dried in her hair, and splattered on the floor.  He explained how trying not to gag, he combed the puke out of her hair as he bathed her and then dressed her for the day.  He also did a quick clean-up job of most of the puke in Bear’s room.  My husband is the champion of all fathers, and unfortunately, this was not his first experience with Bear’s puke, but strangely, especially in light of the other event, he seemed most bothered by today’s vomit experience. 

After my husband left for work, Bear wanted to do nothing more than lie on the couch and watch PBS.  So, I gave her a cup of water and surrounded her with blankies and substitute babies – the real ones were covered with vomit – and I spent the morning attempting to get the pukey smell out of Bear’s room.

I washed her sheet, mattress cover, blanket, and babies.  Then, I used Lysol hoping to kill the germs before I really got into the mess.  I wiped down the crib, the changing pad, the dresser, and the floor, but still the smell would not leave the room.  After all of my effort, the room just smelled like Lysoled puke.  After trying multiple enzyme cleaners without success, I finally got out a bucket of good old-fashioned soap and water and wiped down the entire room again.  Though I noticed an immediate difference, I can still smell the puke.   I’ve resorted to opening the window despite the cold and snow outside and am hoping that little fresh air will rectify the problem.

Now, Bear is still on the couch with her blankies and now-clean babies.  Her fever is higher than it has been.  Soon, I am going to scoop up my warm baby and carry her to her bedroom, which I hope smells of soap and fresh air, and snuggle her until she falls asleep.  I pray that she feels better when she wakes.


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