Poor Baby

Yesterday when I picked up Charlotte from daycare, her teacher informed me that two kids from her class were sent home because they were throwing up. Great, I thought. I prayed as I drove home that she wouldn’t get it, but about 5 minutes before we got home, I heard the unmistakeable sound of vomiting from the backseat. Sure enough, when I got home and opened the back door of the car, I saw poor Charlotte absolutely covered in puke. And bless her heart, she SMILED at me when I opened the door just because she was happy to see me! She continued to throw up every 30-45 minutes until around 9:30. Those were some long, stressful (and messy!) hours. IT is awful to see my baby sick and hurting and be helpless to make it stop. Finally, it seemed as though her tummy had calmed down, and she fell asleep for the night a little before 11:00.

She ended up sleeping until almost 6, and since she’d gone all night without getting sick again, we decided to try giving her a bottle. She kept it down, and I went to work while Stephen stayed home with her. She kept down a second bottle as well, and we were hopeful that all was well. But then she threw up the third bottle in the afternoon, and she’s been pretty unhappy since then, except for the nap she took.  We’ve been giving her a teaspoon of Pedialyte every 30ish minutes per our doctor’s instructions, and I hope that keeps her from being too dehydrated. She’s sleeping now, and I can only pray that she gets some rest and wakes up feeling better. 

The bright side of this is that I get to stay home with her tomorrow and snuggle! I hope all of you are feeling well!

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