We were such a happy, bouncing family in the doctor’s office yesterday. Will, still sore but improving; Kate, happy and talkative; Paul, reading books in the waiting room; Me, holding our bouncing baby girl. We told Dr. Milvid of our awful weekend… the vomit, the diarrhea, the dehydration. She asked if Kate had shown any symptoms, because, “it can be awful with one so little.” We said “no” — and Kate, babbling and bouncing, complied.
Until last night.
The vomiting and subsequent discomfort, push of fluids, and lack of sleep are all manageable in that Mommy-can-handle-anything way. What is not so manageable is when a child begins to vomit up buckets of bright yellow fluid.
Bright. Yellow. Ask: Did Kate eat Tweety bird?
Apparently, vomiting bile wasn’t nearly as disruptive to Kate’s mood as it was to mine. She has remained okay and is currently sleeping with her Daddy on the sofa. She still will not take a bottle, but will at least chew on it if I am not around, so she is getting a little Pedialyte in this manner. The goal is to keep her just hydrated enough for the virus to pass through her system without IV therapy. Bright Yellow puke, although traumatic, does not trump IV insertion for level of parental (and child) trauma. Please send positive thoughts our way that this fun holiday bug will be promptly exiting our happy home.
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