initiation

i must have gotten a little too confident in how well this transition was going. i feel like last night was some sort of ceremony or ritual initiating dave and i into the world of 3 children.



around 11 i was finishing up nursing, burping and swaddling little man, when avery screams and throws up.... a lot. so dave's cleaning up throw up and i'm getting avery in the bath and ashton was obviously woken up and is screaming in her crib and ian is screaming on the bed. nice.



we got everyone and everything cleaned up and were finally climbing into bed ourselves when she threw up again. she continued to throw up about every 20 minutes until 2:30 or so. we finally decided to move ashton back down to ian's room, which she did NOT like, but she kept getting woken up every time avery threw up.

when i would go in to help aves after she would throw up, she would hear ian crying and say "my brother is so sad that i'm throwing up".



thankfully ian had his best night yet, but we are all exhausted this morning. i'm hoping for an extra long nap time.

this morning avery has been so sweet. i was changing ian's diaper and she says "mommy, i am so glad that you got my baby brother out of your tummy" and then a couple seconds later, she says "i want to pray about that okay? Dear Jesus, thankyou for letting mommy get my baby brother out of her tummy, amen."

and then she leaned in real close to ian and said "i'm so sorry you were sad that i was throwing up. but i'm all better now"

love her.