2am. I was really asleep. So asleep that external stimuli got embedded into my own dream.
In my dream, something called “Mum!!” and whacked me on the back. In my dream, I told whomever it was off quite rudely. But then it happened again, and this time, my brain registered that it was external stimuli and reacted by catapulting me out of the bed with my heart racing.
My Girl stood by my bed, white as a sheet and clutching her tummy.
We rushed to the bathroom just in time for That Cough. Experienced parents will read that and nod their heads knowingly.
It’s a short, staccato cough that comes from the diaphragm. Sometimes it sounds kinda wet.
And if you hear it, you have approximately 5 seconds (or less!!) to manoevre your child’s mouth above a toilet or other vomiting receptacle, because otherwise you, your carpet, or other less desirable place is about to be covered in vomit.
Fortunately, we made it in time.
I never did get back to sleep, though.