Oh wait, no, that's pretty normal these days. Oh... what I wouldn't give for a totally vomit free day! A day with no retching, no gagging, no crap-she-puked-the-tube-out-again!
Luckily last night, I noticed the retching and color turning before she managed to puke directly ON me and aimed her vaguely toward the sink. And yes, of course, she puked up the tube at 5:45pm on a Friday night, in the middle of a late winter snow storm. Because there could NOT be a more convenient time to have to call the nurses.. you know... because they have no lives and they realllllly want to drive out in the dark, on a Friday night, in a FOOT OF SNOW.
But they did, like always, assuring us that it wasn't a problem. It took two tries to get her tube in, and several more tries before the tape held it well enough that it wasn't in danger of being merely cried out. Poor hubby despises holding her down for tape changes, and last night, he even had to hold her arms while the nurse shoved a plastic tube in her nose.
Then we had some super delicious Indian chicken, complete with peppers, onions, potatoes, carrots, and served over rice. It was yummy, despite having not cooked terribly evenly. Different, eh?