Sleep is for the weak ;)

I have slept badly for the last few nights.  The twins have slept pretty good, a lot of noise from Emilia but nothing to complain about.  Last night I went to bed at a reasonable hour, fell asleep almost straight away and then woke up to Emilia making this coughing/choking sound.  I had no idea I had even been asleep and thought I was alone in bed.  So I go into her and she is literally covered in puke.  It is in her hair, on her cheek, all over her bed and she is in a real state.  I then go off to find Jens with puke drenched Emilia hanging on my hip, but the house is in darkness.  I finally work out that he must be in bed  (I was all confused and half asleep) and get him to help.  The dread is by this time already formed.  We had a play date on Sunday, a few weeks before, the family had a tummy bug.  I have visions of Eva puking everywhere, closely followed by me and Jens.  My Mum and Dad are coming on Wednesday so they come into the picture too.  I manage to get Emilia cleaned up, Jens strips the bed and sicky bed clothes get tossed into the bath (I then start worrying about where we will clean up Eva up when she is struck down).  We then feed Emilia a small bottles of välling and then straight into the travel cot upstairs with me in our spare bed.  To make things even more annoying, the twins have somehow managed to change the settings on my phone to Chinese, meaning sending texts is a no, no.  Meaning communicating with my husband two floors down isn't the easiest.

So I creep into bed, my mind is racing.  I am preparing myself for the worst and not liking the sick infested bed clothes soup that is festering in my newly scrubbed bath tub (ready for the visit on Wednesday).  Then Emilia starts to cough again and yes, she showers the travel cot.  I have no choice but to ring Jens (who cannot have his phone on silent as he needs his alarm - he starts work at 6 this week-luckily Eva didn't wake up) who comes up to help.  The second bed gets stripped and Emilia comes in with me.  I have the sick bowl at the ready and am like a lion stalking its prey.  The slightest movement forcing me to react with sick bowl at the ready.  I am determined to keep the spare bed puke free!  I hardly slept, my calm being able to sleep state is officially destroyed.  All my senses are alerted, but guess what.  She didn't puke, Eva didn't puke, I don't feel sick, Jens is at work and we have had a really lovely day.

Here is Emilia's first encounter with a dead leaf:

What a lovely dead leaf!

So lovely, I think I want to eat it

But Mummy won't let me, so I think I'll just smile at it instead

Eva was napping whilst all this was going on, but we were out in the morning when Emilia was in bed.  I got showered with gifts of dead leaves, twigs and soil.  Who would have that dead plants could be so interesting.  Being a Mum makes me realise just how much a parent needs to teach their children.  I never really thought about it before, but living with two little people starting completely from scratch gives me a new perspective on life.  It is a huge task that is fascinating and so thrilling.  I didn't get any pics of Eva this morning, but here is her playing the trumpet.  Both twins instinctively knew to blow both a recorder and the trumpet.  Amazing!