Skip to July 25th, 2016
The beginning of the sleep-vomiting.
Micah and I walked past J’s room, and wafted one of the worst smells we have experienced in our short years parenting. I went in, and not only had he had diarrhea, he had vomited in his bed as well. We cleaned him up, Lysol’d [that’s a verb, right?] his room and started the washer. Little did we know… Continue reading “the refiner’s fire, part 4”