Last weekend was a doozy. C started this horrendous stomach bug on Thursday night and it lasted through Monday. It was plum awful. It involved constant cleanup, lots of begging of her to drink fluids, a lot of tummy-ache, and lots of lethargy. Oh, and far more TV than any child should watch, really. But she was so out of it, I'm not sure she was actually watching it most of the time.
It's no fun at all to see your child suffer and she is generally pretty tough, so that makes it tougher. We ended up stopping by the ER on Saturday, as advised by our pediatrician's office. Over 3 hours and a $150 popsicle later, we left. Sometimes you have to suffer to be on the safe side. Or most times?
You also have to suffer for having bragged about how healthy your child has been all winter. So a bit shut-up shout-out goes to me.
There are few upsides to these little plagues. One upside is that I am so comforting to her. I love that. I like to try to make her feel better. In the middle of Friday night, she got in bed with me (D was away) and since she rarely sleeps with us, it was really nice to wake up with her and then sleep in together until late in the morning. I also like that when we told her we had to go to the hospital, she would say, "I feel better already!" although she clearly didn't. It was sad and funny at the same time.
The other good thing is that when she starts to recover, I am just so grateful, that I really appreciate the three year old energy again.
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