Some time during the night, Ephraim made some noise, so I got up to check on him. I figured he'd fallen out of bed or something. I found him sprawled out in the middle of the floor, not really next to his bed, so I picked him up and put him in bed, then I lay next to him to help him calm down. He wasn't really awake, but he'd gotten a bit upset in the process of being moved to his bed. I must've been really tired, because I fell asleep.

I woke again, probably due to noise, and there was a really nasty smell. I figured Ephraim had a messy diaper, but became aware that he was also awake, sort of, and gagging. He was throwing up, so I did a little damage control then rushed him to the tub. While he was in the tub, I sorted stuff he hadn't thrown up on from stuff that was contaminated and threw the contaminated pile out on the porch. Ephraim, for his part, was doing his best to try to fall asleep in the tub. I gave him some juice to try to get stuff out of his mouth, but Ephraim only took a sip and rejected it.

After getting all the contaminated stuff out of the house, I put Ephraim in our bed next to Cassey, then got in bed myself, then thought better of it and went to open his window and shut his door.

That stuff smelled nasty. It didn't smell like any vomit I'd ever smelled before.

Anyhow, after some time, Ephraim started gagging again. We acted quickly and prevented our bed from being contaminated. This time he was much more lively when I put him in the tub. I tried teaching him to rinse and spit, but it turned into more of a rinse, swallow, and pretend to spit. At least he was in pleasant spirits.

After his bath his mother got him out of the tub and he came to watch me write this blog. I figured, since he was feeling so much better, that he might be done, but he wasn't. I had to take a little break from typing to catch a bit of vomit in my hand and do more damage control.

Since every other room smells like vomit, we're now camped in the living room watching "A Muppet Christmas Carol". Really, the living room stinks as well, but the movie, we're hoping, will help Ephraim.

I guess Ephraim's managed to weasel his way out of nursery tomorrow and quite possibly the whole battery of meetings altogether. Hopefully the rest of the evening is uneventful.