Breaking the silence of the night, the unmistakable small voice of my seven year old daughter Skylee called out, “Daddy.”
Immediately, instinctively, I was up and striding toward her room. I never knew what the midnight call would bring. About a year ago, and a year before that as well, she had wet her bed in her sleep and called to me. If only I had been so lucky this time. “I threw up,” she said meekly.
She hadn’t just thrown up; she’d thrown everything up. It’s wasn’t just everything, either, it was everywhere. It was on her, the side of her face, and matted to her hair. It was on her sweatshirt, and it penetrated to her tee shirt. Both quilts, her pillow cases, and her sheets were a mess. “Why couldn’t she have called Mommy instead,” I thought to myself.
I got her up and into the shower, with little chunks falling off her along the way. It could have been worse. After all, in the past she had thrown up on me while sleeping.
While Skylee showered, I put everything into a pile in the family room. The next day I would clean it off in the bathtub before throwing it in the washing machine, but I wasn’t going to deal with it at 1 AM. Skylee washed her hair, and I helped her out, getting her dressed and blow drying her hair. I put her in bed next to my wife, who somehow was sleeping right through the ordeal.
I snuggled down next to Skylee on the six inches of bed that were left for me and placed a towel over the quilt that covered Skylee, just to be safe. We’d used the towel method with some success previously, sparing our covers. Fortunately we didn’t need it, as Skylee got up some time later and threw up again, this time in the bathroom sink with me holding her hair back. At that point she was good; she would sleep through the night.
As for me, my portion of the bed had shrunken to Rhode Island proportions, so I sat next to Skylee and stroked her hair and told her how wonderful she was until she fell asleep.
With nowhere else to go, I ended up at the last refuge of the domesticated male: the couch.
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Andy Falk is a father of two incredible daughters ages born in 2001 & 2003, Skylee
and Sabrina. Andy is very active in the lives of his daughters, from coaching soccer to supporting them during swimming season to just plain doing homework or hanging out. Andy also surfs regularly, bicycle commutes and is a successful Realtor in Marin County, CA. Andy earned his MBA from San Francisco State University with an Internet Marketing concentration, and holds a BA from the University of California at San Diego where he studied and surfed in the 80’s.