It felt a little like when she was first born - feed, change, feed, change, feed, change, nap and so on.Īnd then came Tuesday. When I wasn’t changing diapers, I was throwing Pedialyte down her throat. And trust me, the smell was enough to let the neighbors know that Emma’s diaper needed to be changed. Day, night, you name it, there was always a present waiting for me in that little covered butt. That’s when the explosions began…and never stopped. Yes, this seems obvious, but she has a limited diet and had been eating sweet potatoes and squash for days… Excuses aside, lesson learned.) (Note to self: DO NOT feed peas to a tummy that might be even a bit sour. It was there we got the lovely gift of regurgitated peas again. Saturday seemed like she was on the verge of recovery, so Sunday we went to church and then made a stop to Gram and Gramps after her afternoon nap. He said to keep her on a liquid diet and to just watch her closely. I took her to the doctor on Friday and he confirmed the stomach flu. She was also very exhausted, which meant some lovely, long naps during the day, but constant night waking in the wee hours. Friday was better, but she was gagging when eating and had VERY smelly diapers that I won’t describe (just in case you’re eating, thinking about eating, or will be eating sometime today…). Then there was that fountain of peas and pears Emma’s stomach decided to give back to us after dinner on Thursday.
I was hoping it was just that fourth tooth coming in (FINALLY!), but there was no drooling or runny nose, so I was a bit suspicious.
The first indication something was up was the fever last Wednesday and Thursday. And need I tell you how much fun that has been? ‘Member that fever I casually mentioned in my last post? Well, that was the start of a week-long battle with the stomach flu. But not in the firecracker way… more like in the never-ending dirty diaper kind of way. Well, our first 4th of July with Emma was certainly, uh, explosive.
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