The other morning as I was feeding Madeline, she threw up all over me. Ugh. After an outfit change, she was fine, happy and acting normally. But then she threw up twice when Robert dropped her off at day care. And then again mid morning. But when she did it again in the afternoon, day care called for us to pick up poor, sick Miss Baby. We could tell she was feeling crummy, and she just wanted to be held and cuddled all the time. Normally this would be fine because we love to cuddle her and she rarely lets us anymore, but this was just too sad. I stayed home with her the next morning – she wasn’t throwing up anymore, but just wasn’t acting like Madeline. She spent the afternoon with CandyGram (no one can take care of a sick kid better than a grandma, right?), and I was anxious for my work day to end so I could go back to snuggling with my little girl.
And then I threw up on the way home.
Robert stepped up and took care of both of us Friday night and all day Saturday, until he too succumbed to the stomach flu Saturday night.
Yuck.
