Sierra starts throwing up one night. And it’s bad. BAD. The worst ever bad baddest horrible horriblest. There are absolutely no words I can say to accurately describe how bad it is. The worst mess I’ve ever cleaned up by about a million times. Worst. Ever. WORST. GUYS, I really, really, really, really, REALLY mean it. You can’t imagine. You really can’t imagine.
And poor Sierra. Poor, poor Sierra. She is very, very sick. And it’s just about the worst week of my entire life and her entire life.
And these pictures are from the next day. Because I certainly couldn’t have cared less about taking pictures the day it all happened!
How sad would it be to be so sick with practically no belongings? No TV, no iPad, no bed! Ugh, it was the worst.