Weak Stomach

One recent Saturday night Scot and I had bathed both kids and put them in their pajamas. After getting her pajamas on Riley crawled up on our bed. Scot dressed Asher and then laid him down on the bed too so he was propped up against Riley’s stomach. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him for a little bit, but then got bored so she started to push/roll him off of her. We told her to be gentle with him, so she wrapped her arms around him again and pulled him back onto her.

Scot and I were laughing that Asher was sitting so expressionless during all this movement. Riley thought we were laughing at her so that, of course, egged her on. She would pull him all the way up until he was laying on top of her, then she’d gently roll him back onto the bed. We warned her that he had just eaten before his bath and that if she kept moving Asher around he might spit up on her. But we let her keep going because there was a burp cloth under him, so no danger of getting spit up on our sheets. Riley ignored us and kept rolling him around, and sure enough, he spit up. There was a little on the burp cloth so Scot scooped it up along with Asher to make sure it didn’t get on our bed.

That’s when I noticed, and told Scot, that most of the spit up was on Riley’s sleeve. Right after that Riley started gagging and dry heaving. I picked her up with one arm and cupped the other hand under her chin, just in case. Scot and I were both laughing so hard at her dramatic and immediate reaction that neither of us could talk. I carried Riley into our bathroom, still laughing. By the time we got in there Riley had stopped heaving. I stopped laughing long enough to ask her if she was okay. Her reply: “It hurts in my mouf.” Apparently those heaves weren’t all dry ones and she had thrown up a little in her mouth! I gave her a cup of water to drink and then sat down on the edge of our tub to laugh again.