Last night Buggy was up a couple of times in the night crying. This happens from time to time and she always settles herself and goes back to sleep, so we thought nothing of it. However, when I woke this morning a sudden thought crossed my mind: bad food. A jar of carrots had been rolling about the living room and table area for several days, rendering it inedible. I roused Rob to ask him if he'd fed her that particular jar of carrots and he believed he had. Could this soured mash have caused Olive's nighttime distress? He said he'd smelled it and it smelled fine; I asked him to taste it in the future to test its fitness for consumption. We went in to her room shortly after when we heard her awake and sure enough, Goonie and the entire contents of the crib were caked in orange vomit. Yuck City. I felt pretty guilty for ignoring her cries in the night when she was going through what appeared to be a doozy of a time. I stripped her down, changed a frightfully messy diaper, nursed her, then we tossed her in the tub to rinse away evidence of the night before. Though she could've suffered a bout of the stomach bug that was circulating, plaguing both the Ryans (with whom we'd had no contact) and the Khoreys, who are much like siblings to her, I believe this was simply a case of carrots gone south. Lesson learned.
A Cuddlegoon was what we had to show for her night of sickness. Not too bad.
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