Leah just had a spitball so big that I seriously thought she was spitting up. Rabid baby! You’re welcome for the information. This happened maybe a little bit after midnight (it’s almost 1:30AM now). This post is mostly for reference later on (when we’re like, “Hey, which night did Leah have that monstrous spitball, again?”).

Leah’s been a Sticky Stinkerbell all evening – her g-tube has been leaking, so she smelled like a baby that just spit up even though she didn’t. The baby milk-breath was much more exciting. The nursies just gave her a bath and now they are replacing the dressing on her central line because the bandages are all soaked with icky fluid from the g-tube.

I bet you are SO GLAD you read this post.

ME TOO.

Time for bed.