Savannah's Weblog

When she complained this morning of her stomach hurting I wondered if her turn had come for this stomach bug. By noon she said her belly was too icky to eat lunch. She lost her pound cake not much later. (Fortunately I was given enough time to clean up Seth's awful diarrhea and its aftermath.)

She handled it beautifully. Her first stomach bug two years ago is still vivid in my mind. She would not stay over the potty. There was so much to clean up. But knowing what was coming this time, I put her on the couch, a towel spread under "the bucket." I was in another room when I heard coughing. She was using her bucket, calm as can be. I directed her to the potty telling her how good she had done. She lost the rest of the contents of her stomach. "I said there goes your pound cake." She said, "What?" Then she asked for a wipiee. I put her back on the couch and gave her a little water. She probably won't want pound cake for a while.

But I'm so proud of how she handled it. I remember how I hated the process of throwing up. I would swallow and swallow trying so hard to stop it from happening. That actually worked one time. Her not fighting it makes it easier on all of us.