Tuesday, March 3
The flu is bad. But its worse when your 13 month old has it. Yesterday, walking down the hall to get Annelise up from her morning nap, I could smell the sourness. She threw up all over her bead. The bed that I just happened to wash top to bottom the day before. Figures. The throwing up stopped, but the diarrhea ensued. A little sip of water - dirty mess! So, I'm home from work today, with a sick kiddo. Things are looking up. We haven't had a mess yet this morning and she just gladly ate a bowl of oatmeal. I might regret feeding her that, but hopefully not. The poor child can't afford to lose anymore weight.