In Over My Head
3:47 a.m. Segunda starts in with the sugar vomits. I grab her and fly out of bed and we make it to the toilet. There she stands hugging the bowl, hair in her face, vomiting up bile. "Mama, my hair all wet." I wiped her face with a wet cloth and held her hair out of her face until she was done. "Sorry, Mama." Do you want to feel small? Listen to your toddler apologize to you for throwing up. It is disconcerting to stand over your 3, almost 4, year old holding her hair like she is a drunken sorority girl in the wee hours of the morning. "Mama, my belly button hurt." "Are you hungry?" Nods head. We headed downstairs where she took baby sips of Glucerna and ate two teensy bites of dry toast. She promptly threw up again. "Mama, want go up tayahs." Husband laid out a beach towel on the bed just in case. She threw up one more time in the toilet and then slept for an hour and a half. Meanwhile, I laid in bed and cried and cried an