It all happened around 3 a.m.
I woke up and moved so fast, I left no covers on our bed.
Bergen's usual night stirs had gone quickly from coughs to barfs!
**I should mention night coughs are no big deal in our house since we have croup or colds about every other week. WE LOVE THE WINTER TIME!
I feel like it only took me three giant leaps to get from our room, down the hall and into Bergs room.
I caught her as she was still half asleep choking on her barf.
Poor baby girl. Oh wait poor mommy, she stuck her barf covered hand in my mouth.
Yep. You heard me.
Game over, I ran with her in my arms to the bathroom sink to dry heave.
**I am not good with things like this, EVER....
blood=nope, guts=nope nope, barf=nowayjose!
As gross as it sounds, I was fine. FINE! I was able to yell at Adam and then clean up our poor Bergs as she was finally waking up and started to realize what was going on.
We cleaned her off and I think she realized what she had already put me through and begged for her dad the rest of the night.
I showered and said a silent prayer.
Boy am I thankful for prayers.
Here is a picture of Bergs one night before our family prayers.
She loves to line up her 'friends' every night before we say them.
Last night we had a group around 10, she's a great missionary!
Our prayers with Bergs aren't always the longest but I hope the principle will stick.
Because I know our Heavenly Father answers prayers.
Even if they involve barf.