...the other day at the library I ran into some friends who were saying how this and that person and/or their whole family and lots of other people they know have been sick in recent weeks. Asked how my family's been, I said something like "oddly, we've been really lucky so far." Which is true, we haven't had so much as a cold all winter.
So of course that evening the Peanut refused her dinner, and was up hourly through the night throwing up/dry heaving. Poor Peanut. Why do our bodies keep throwing up for hours and hours after there's nothing more TO throw up? Last night was a bit better, but we were still up multiple times.
Today she's held down some applesauce, sips of water, etc., and she's resting more comfortably. She's getting kind of cranky about it, which is a good sign, though it's grating on me something fierce. I know she's on the upswing because she had a total fit that I wouldn't let her eat a whole bunch of grapes. We'll take baby steps with food, but it's nice to see her showing an interest.
In the meantime, this sure has been tiring, and I am nearing the end of my rope.
I'd say "so far, so good" for the rest of us, but I don't want to be up all night with the Bean next. 'Course maybe the jinx elves are waiting to lay the stomach flu on the rest of us until Mr. S. is away at a conference all next week. Wouldn't that be fun?