Just Another Regular Day

It's Monday may 24th and the early morning began with another regular day ritual; May 24th morning began at 12:06am with Kaluna not saying a word about vomiting on the bedroom floor at 10:00 pm the night before; So, mother dearest and son staying up till 2:30am in the morning cleaning up the mess; How Fun!? Which eventually led to truly cleaning up the room so that the environment was clean and bacteria free so my son, Kaluna, can sleep with ease;

Then just before closing my eyes, Kapua just happened to vomit herself from just coughing; she coughed up her food and continued to heave herself so that the food would be on the bed, in her hair, her ear and the back of her shirt. So, of course, mother dearest again with only 30 minutes of rest, gets up to get the warm water running and arrange Kapua in a way to wash her hair in the bed and remove the caked food.

The work led to shampooing and cream rinsing her beautiful full black hair and cleaning out the white milk caked particles, letting it fall into a pool of soapy warm to hot water; removing her shirt and wiping the back of her body; I woke up her father to help me position her so that she would be wiped down easily and placed on another bed so that we could blow dry her hair allowing her to feel good and preventing her from catching a cold.

By the time I was done, it was already 4:30, 4:45 am in the morning; Taking off her bed sheets and bed pads and dirty clothing; it was time to replace the bed sheets and return her thin, yet heavy body back to her original positions and allow her to sleep with comfort;

It's not an everyday ritual; But it is sometimes a monthly ritual; I always think to myself, how do I manage such events with the children. This kind of behavior truly happens to little babies sometimes but not teenagers or pre-teens?

But the reality is Kapua's condition requires rituals of this magnitude almost always; Can it be prevented? Maybe yes, if she could talk? But not likely; So, what is a mother to do? Well, the key is to keep a cool head. When anxiety rises, make the effort to sing a happy tune. The tune doesn't always come to my mind; But tears to my eyes in seeking words of wisdom or even comfort is my way of getting over the vomiting, getting over the early morning cleaning, and trying to just get a grip of it all; because there will be another day this will all happen again, when "I'll never know" - but it will happen again!