I don't remember why it came up, what odd conversation my kids were having to bring up the subject of throw-up, but it did. Alex was claiming she never threw up in her bed in her life; I assured her she has at some point, I just couldn't remember the exact details. Those aren't the kinds of memories of motherhood that you cherish.
Then I commented saying Lucas was the one who has gotten sick the most over the years and she and Ryder hardly ever.
I forgot to knock on wood.
Last night, I climbed into bed shutting my eyes tightly. You see it was extra dark and the house noises seemed extra loud as Eric was out of town. Funny how much darker it seems when he is gone.
Thankfully, my racing heart seemed to quickly settle down and before I knew it I was asleep.
"Mommy" I heard a little cry waking me from my sleep. I hit the home button on my phone, the time illuminating, 11:30. "Mommy"
I ran into Ryder's room, he had gotten sick.... thrown up, while in his bed. He wasn't done yet though, I promptly proceeded to catch the rest in my hands. When he was done, I told him I would be right back and ran off to dispose the vomit.
I came back and changed his clothes and bedding and tucked him back into bed.
"Mommy, Mommy" his voice woke me from my sleep again. 5:30 A.M. Oh thank goodness he had made it almost all night.
I hurried into his room, "my blanket fell off." he said sleepily. I recovered him and he was back asleep. This morning when he woke at 6:30 he was all smiles and seems perfectly fine.
So the moral of this story, if you talk about the fact that it has been a really long time since anyone has thrown up in their bed, make sure you knock on wood.