Tonight we went to dinner at Chili's with our best friends, who happen to have married each other. After dinner, the boys left to go to the gun range (yes, they enjoy this very much) and my friend and I took the kids to Bath and Body Works for a brief shopping trip and then home. One we got home, I bathed KayTar while BubTar and L drew pictures together. After bath, I got both kiddos in to their respective jam-jams and attempted to settle in for an evening of friendly chatter. Unfortunately KayTar had other plans for the evening. One moment she was playing with the hand santizer we had purchased...she was just taking the lid off and was half way through the motion of asking me to squirt some into her hands when she disappeared. Not physically, of course, but rather mentally. Uh-oh.
"KayTar...hey! Pie Pie! Are you there, hon?" *snap, clap*
Her eyes move just a bit...and then lazily roll their way to my face.
L says, "Is she okay?"
I say, "I'm not sure...she might be going into an episode. Great."
I busy myself flicking off light switches, in case the lights are going to affect her, I set her up in the sick seat and put on the Leah's Farm episode of Signing Time. I call Josh to let him know we might have a problem.
He says, "I'll be home soon, go ahead and give her Motrin just in case."
I attempt to give Motrin, as I do, the vomit begins. This isn't an "I don't like medicine" gag and barf...this is a "Here is everything I have eaten all day long" barf. I can see (and worse, SMELL) the layers of the day...cereal for breakfast, spaghetti for lunch, PediaSure, fries she snacked on at Chili's, it is all present and accounted for. L and BubTar are sitting on the couch, he is reading Hop on Pop to her. She sees the vomits and I see her gag a bit.
"L, does vomit bother you? You should probably take BubTar in the next room until I get this wrapped up."
KayTar and I go for bath number two for the evening. L calls Josh to make sure he is headed home. I give KayTar a Tylenol suppository and get her dressed in a t-shirt and dipe and lay her on the couch. She's here and not here. She whines. Coughs a smidgen. Whiiiiiines. The vomit is coming. RUN TO THE BATHROOM WITH THE TODDLER! Score, it makes it into the sink. Again. And again. And again. Once or twice more for good measure. Once she is empty, I take her to her room, turn the lights out and lay her in her crib. She is still and quiet until falling asleep at about 9:30.
She is still sleeping. I hope she sleeps through the night. We are staying up for a while to be sure she won't need us. The episode has actually been one of the easiest for a while now. No pain, no light sensitivity, nothing overtly frightening. It is reassuring after the last one. But I am a bit worried that our friends may never have children after this particular peek into family life. *lol*
In other news, regular EEG is happening this Wednesday. We will be trying to figure out how to catch one of these boogers on EEG between this and the next go round. Obviously, we did not catch this one on a workable day.