18 March 2009

Having got her down very early as she was dog-tired from a very busy day, Emily woke crying around 8pm, and when I went in to see her I was greeted with a terrible stench and a scene worthy of The Exorcist. She had been copiously sick all over her bed and herself. It was in her hair and on her clothes and sleeping bag; her constant companion, monkey, was plastered with semi-digested bolognese and alphabet pasta; worst of all, it had gone through the thin sheet onto the mattress below (typically, the waterproof-backed sheet was in the laundry). I had to strip her then try to clean her up, then set up a futon on the floor in our room, all the while holding her as she was upset. Nick was unfortunately on a late night at work. It took ages for her to go off to sleep, and then it was punctuated with frequent wakings (wonder if it was because she didn't have monkey to lie on - she has not been parted from him for one sleep since she was about 4 months).