Say a prayer for my Rory, please. She's pretty sick. She's had a temperature (even with Tylenol) since yesterday. Rory spent last evening throwing up. She has an awful cough and nobody in this house slept much last night.
Luckily, to the best of my knowledge, she isn't dehydrated. (She peed! :)) We've been doing a tablespoon of pedialyte every 15 minutes and she hasn't thrown up in 12 hours! Woohoo!
It's such a scary thing when your baby is sick. She can't say Mama my belly hurts or Daddy, my throat is sore. She can't tell me she wants some water or needs to throw up. It's frustrating and scary. We knew she wasn't feeling well when she actually sat on Dave's lap and laid her head on his chest. She NEVER does that. Rory absolutely never snuggles, unless she falls asleep eating. Even when she was first born, she preferred picking up her head and nib noseing all around. :)
Luckily, we have the greatest pediatricians' practice and one of the Dr's called me back yesterday, after hours, and the PA called me to check on Rory an hour after the Dr. Thank goodness!