When you know your child is sick, it’s a tough time to sleep. When you don’t know you’re child is about to have food not agree with him and , at 3am when he asks to come in your bed, vomit all over your face and pillow? That’s a Pearl Harbor type attack.. One mothers and fathers cannot prepare for. No advanced warning.. no gurgles.. no hiccups. Just all out warfare on your bed sheets deep in the night.
But riddle me this, fellow parents or parents to be: Why do these things–and so many other occurrences–always seem to take place at the witching hour of 3am?
