Ugggg. It is 3:14 a.m. and I am so tired I can barely think. Tonight we were all exhausted so we were in bed and asleep by 9:30. Emma, who seemed perfectly fine before going to bed, woke us up an hour later by throwing up what seemed like gallons of vomit - all over herself, me, the sheets and comforter, and two of the three pillows in the bed. Fun. We gave her a bath and pulled off the sheets and everything, but the mattress was too wet to go back to bed there. We got out all our blankets and made a bed on the floor in the living room. We slept there for awhile, although I didn't sleep much because every time I heard a little tummy gurgle or hiccup, I jumped up to put a bowl in front of Emma's mouth so she wouldn't puke all over us again. She did throw up again, in the bowl - whew! - and afterwards wanted to come back here and "nurse pillow", which means I am sitting here at the computer while this poor pukey-smelling, crusty-haired kid sleeps fitfully on my lap. She hasn't thrown up since she was about ten months old, so I guess we were due, but still. I suspect tomorrow is not going to be a fun day.