Stomach Virus
I went upstairs early Sunday morning to go to bed and heard Savannah crying. She stood at her door, and she was wet. I assumed she'd wet the bed. Unfortunately, she had thrown up for the first time. She continued off and on for the next four hours. We made a pallet in the master bath floor, and although she objected to it at first, the pallet was just where she wanted to be. The vomiting scared her. She fought it, and me, making a bigger mess. It was hard listening to her beg for water and telling her no. Brad went out for the rehydration solution a little later which she couldn't keep down until 5 or 6 pm and a few crackers. The next day was a little harder, what appetite she had was gone by the afternoon and was replaced by really bad crankiness and temporary pain in her joints.
She's ok now. Her appetite is finicky, and we made a trip to the doctor for some peace of mind about her joint pain. It's so good to see her playing and talking. She had two bites of her pb&j, tried to eat some spinach but didn't like the lemon that I put in it. She looked up at the top of the frig and said she wanted cereal, then before I answered, whispered, "Mama said no." which is sad to me cause she's so used to hearing me tell her no the past couple of days. Even though she was in the middle of painting with water colors, I let her have honeycomb. A few times while she was still sick she said, "I' ceam make 'Vannah feel better." Maybe tomorrow we'll go to the mall for ice cream:)
