Yesterday was one of those wild-n-crazy days of Motherhood. Two of my children were sick with stomach bugs, taking turns vomiting about every half hour. Every time I turned around, I had a mess to clean up and a sick little one to comfort. I accomplished very little in terms of household management, but I certainly tripled the size of the laundry pile. Ugh.
I converted the living room into an infirmary. I worked with the kids to teach them how to go to the toilet to puke. I ran a lot of warm baths (which helped with cleaning up the kids, but also helped to distract them from repeatedly asking for more to drink when their tummies needed some rest).
Jersey #3 seemed much better after a half-day of rest.
I converted the living room into an infirmary. I worked with the kids to teach them how to go to the toilet to puke. I ran a lot of warm baths (which helped with cleaning up the kids, but also helped to distract them from repeatedly asking for more to drink when their tummies needed some rest).
Jersey #3 seemed much better after a half-day of rest.
Jersey #4, on the other hand, caused me much more concern. She continued to vomit over the course of 8 hours. She was very pale. Then, she started to run a low fever. She sent me researching how long she could go on before needing to see the doctor, and what were all the signs of dehydration in a 2-year old. Had she not started to improve by bed time, I would have been making a late-night call to Granny....who is the queen of handling kids and vomit! (I personally put her through the ringers with my allergy to Ragu spaghetti sauce when I was a kid....until we figured out what I was allergic to).
Thankfully, by bedtime, this little gal was able to hold down some very dilute apple juice...
Thankfully, by bedtime, this little gal was able to hold down some very dilute apple juice...
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