Sleepless in West Milford...

Last night I passed out on the couch at like 9:30 watching the met game. And woke up a little while later when Jen came home. Normally when I take a nap, I'm not tired when it's time to go to sleep. So as I expected, I laid in bed wide awake. I decided to get up and get some stuff that i was meaning to do on the computer. It was probably like 1am at this time. Around 1:30-2:00 I hear Haven coughing, and ultimately crying. This is pretty normal. Sometimes he just wakes up, we leave him, and he just falls back to sleep. I figured since I was already up I would just rock him back to sleep, and get back to what I was doing. I walked into his pitch black room, and he said his favorite words... "mess". But it wasn't his normal "MESS!" it was more like a drunken "mehhhhhhhhs". I didn't think anything of it until I got a whiff of an unusual yet recognizable odor. I reached for the light and there it was... more vomit than I would ever have expected to come out of a 2 year old. I mean it was everywhere... in mounds! I walked out to the living room and yelled "HALP" in a soft 'don't wake up maiya' voice up to my freshly woken wife. And we spend the next 30mins changing clothes/bedding/running out in the pouring rain to throw blankets/clothes/pillows/stuffed animals into the washing machine.

We decided it would be fine for him to sleep with us in case he got sick again. Unfortunately, he was as wide awake as daddy was, and we both laid in bed for like an hr. I was surprised that he was as calm as he was. He would sit up, let out a huge sigh of "I'm booooored", and lay back down in a different position. Finally after he found the "Hey daddy's beard tickles my feet" position I just threw him under my arm, with his head on my pillow and I think we both passed out.

I think for the first vomit session, it went well. I don't think he's sick or anything, which I would suspect would have been worse, but I think his belly was just too full. Does that happen?