Just one of those days

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I want to cry, but then I look at McKenna, and for a brief moment among the fussing she flashes me the widest grin. Never thought you could experience tears of sadness and laughter all at once. I guess that's called parenting. 

Here I am, still in my vomit and milk covered pjs at 4PM in the afternoon.... and not by choice. She has had such an off day there has been no napping anywhere but in my arms. 

McKenna has had 4 wardrobe changes today so far.  As I went to change her last onesie that she spit up all over I was surprised by a blow out. Now she is sleeping on me in her diaper because I just don't have it in me to do it again (change her, that is). One brief moment of  calm today. BRIEF. 

Though she did have a nice, yet short play time with her big brother Boogs this morning. 

I believe we are finding out that her tummy does not agree with something I ate in the last couple of days... I'm thinking eggs or orange juice (we went to brunch on Sunday, and to make matters worse, I ate my leftovers yesterday). She has puked several times over the last couple of days. I believe she's attempted comfort nursing because her tummy hurts which is really just making matters worse. Hopefully we will be over this in a couple of days... I feel AWFUL for her, and I'm at my wit's end too. 

And in this moment she is smiling and blowing raspberries, so I am taking advantage of this before it's gone again.