Poop, the story lives on
Oh dear POOR Evi! I woke up last night around midnight to hear the sound of barfing and that poor little high pitched cry that plainly says, "Help, somethings wrong, I'm scared." I jumped up and went to her crib and that is when I smelled it...I woke Phil up who had fallen asleep on the couch and said that I needed some help with Evi. I then put a towel down on our bed, turned the light on, and got the poor baby who had barf on the outside and whose jammies were leaking with vile flu poo from the inside. A quick assessment of the situation brought the realization that only lots of running water would clean this poor child. Phil took her to the tub while I started stripping her bed. I tried to go into the bathroom to help but the smell drove me back gagging. I was in hysterics (the laughter kind), as I could hear the sounds of his iron stomach give way to loud gagging. In the all the years of poop, puke, and blood, I have never heard him gag (except once when he had...