Opinion expressed

We took Stef to church Sunday morning. Just as Pastor Jeff started with the scripture reading, Stef started projectile puking all over the pew. I guess she didn't want to hear what the Romans had to say. She'd had choc milk with breakfast, so at least it didn't smell too bad. When she was finished (rather on the wooden pew than on the carpet in the aisle), I scooped her up and ran her to the bathroom. Mr Rich offered to help, so I sent him to help Steve with some paper towels.

Poor Stef. It scared the crap out of her. In the bathroom, she was just worried about her pretty little dress. "Muddy all over my dress. Muddy all over Mommy. Oh no!" I took off her jacket and coat, cleaned up her tights as best as I could and exited the bathroom. I was going to take her home, but she seemed to be perfectly happy as long as I cuddled her, so we went back for the last 10 minutes of the service. I checked her temp after the service and she was 101.3.

At home, she had one shot of diarhea, messed her next outfit, then took a 2-1/2 hr nap, during which time, her fever broke. She got up, ate 2 cups of Jello, begged for more choc milk, and played quietly while I cleaned. A couple hours later, she was 99.6, so more tylenol. She was cool at bed time. BUT at O'dark:30 (12:30am for you civilians) she came out of her room and said "I want my mommy" in the most pitiful voice I've heard from her yet. She was burning up again. Motrin this time but then she had a had time settling back down. Around 2am, she said she had to pee potty, so I took her over. She was cold without her pj's so I hugged/cuddled her while she pee'd. After that, she was able to settle down and get back to sleep. Not so easy for me. I guess I kept waiting for her to come get me again.

I was probably also anxious/nervous about today's bloodtest. I'm still waiting on the phone call to tell me if I flunk or pass this one. There was a cyst on the right ovary but the tech didn't seem too concerned.

I'll update later when I get the phone call....