I got her to wake up eventually, then we had a late dinner, went to bed an hour late, and then threw up three times. Yuck. She seemed better by 5:45 this morning, when she absolutely refused to nurse in moderation. "What do you mean I can't have any more? You're not going to get away with that." And I guess she was fine, since we haven't had any other events. The first thing we did this morning was take a bath to get the vomit out of her hair. Yum. And now we are happily playing in the back yard.
