Visit Rebekah's Page to get updates, read messages and send messages to Rebekah and her family through comments. This is a public "diary" of a family whose little girl started a battle with inoperable cancer in April 2005. In December 2007 our house burned down. And in September 2009 Mommy was diagnosed with a terminal disease (a genetic form of ALS) that took her to Heaven in July, 2011, leaving Daddy and two young girls to make it on their own. Over several years of ups and downs, you will get into our hearts, minds and souls as we share joys and sorrows. It can sometimes be very difficult to read. We hope it is also uplifting. Please find joy in what you read here.
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Sunday, May 23, 2010



Where Does All That Puke Go?

"Daddy I threw up." These are words I am beginning to hate. I mean nobody likes them but I hate them, after hearing them more than once in the last few days.

This time Rebekah was crying in bed. After giving her time to cry herself back to sleep and it not happening I went into her bedroom. As I walked in and told her she needed to go back to sleep, through her tears she says "Daddy I threw up." She said it in a voice that only a Rebekah parent could understand - the translation being assisted by the smell. There she was crying, and lying in a huge pile of puke.

Off to the shower we went as she was covered from head to toe. Then I left her on the couch with a puke bucket while I went to attack the bed. After spending 20 minutes trying to find the extra mattress cover (that was washed two nights ago as we went through this with Sarah) I started to get her bed made. I only had to stop a couple of times to throw up myself.

Once it was made I started to put back in bed and she starred all over again. Quick, off to the bathroom again. At least this time she mostly hit the bucket. After an hour or so on the couch she is back to bed.

In the middle of all of this mommy got up and had to go potty which requires my intervention as well. So here I am at 2:45am tucking two of my three girls into bed. Thankful that at least Sarah stayed in bed (though not asleep) through all of this.

Now I lay in bed wondering where all that puke goes in the washing machine???

(Cross posted here and to my FB page, in the middle of the night, from my phone. Please forgive the mistakes.)

2 Shared:

At Sunday, May 23, 2010 12:41:00 PM, OpenID eva-marie Left a thought...

Where does all the puke go? Hmmm. Good question. Maybe the puke fairy takes it all away.

I'm so sorry for your difficult night.

 
At Sunday, May 23, 2010 8:40:00 PM, Anonymous Darlene Left a thought...

Sooo sorry to hear. But thank God for indoor plumbing, eh? That's what I say when I get interrupted EVERY time I need to use our one bathroom! :)

 

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