Day 3 of the stomach flu

I could tell Stef wasn't herself on Sunday. She hadn't been eating much since about Thursday, but I chalked that up to toddlerhood. Sunday afternoon, she started telling me her belly hurt. Well, not so much that it hurt, just that whine "my bellllllyyyyyy" I kind of figured it was coming. She fell asleep in the car on the way to the grocery store. We drove to York's Giant purposely so she could go in the Treehouse (play area). When I woke her and asked if she wanted to go play with the kids, at first she said yes, but then just cried and wanted me to hold her. She still wasn't feeling hot. I carried her all the way thru the grocery store (and OY does my back feel it now). After groceries, she and I waited in the car while Steve went in Lowes to get us a new dishwasher (ours isn't dead but it's very ill). As soon as he came back out, she puked all over herself and the carseat and everything on the floor in front of her. I never make a big deal out such things so as not to upset her. As long as I covered the puke mess, she was calm. Steve, on the other hand, freaked a little at first, but then got himself under control when he saw how Stef reacted.

We got her home and she puked once more, then just layed around and snuggled with me the rest of the evening. Monday morning she woke up in a huge pool of diarrhea, so straight in the bathtub for her. She was running a low grade fever by this point and cried unless I was holding her. So I stayed home with her. She was able to hold down small sips of Sprite then a few crackers for supper. Of course Steve was freaking just about the whole time he was home. "well, what about orange juice? maybe she caught it from the shopping cart at Giant. are you sure the Sprite is supposed to be warm? etc etc" Just worried daddy stuff.

She was running a temp of about 100 at supper time, and climbed to 103 before bed. Tylenol and Motrin tag team, cool washcloth, and snuggles with mommy all cooled her off enough that I could put her to bed without worrying myself to death. I still didn't sleep much all night - listening for Stef sounds. She woke up completely cool and begged for her water bottle, which is a comfort thing for her. Against my better judgement, I gave in and let her have a few ounces. She curled up on my lap and took a short nap. I tried to get her awake so I could see if I needed to stay home with her again or not. She wanted to go lay in my bed with me and just as I picked her up to carry her there, she puked all the water back at me, in my hair, down my back, on the floor. I should have listened to my better judgement. LOL

Anyway, now she feels warm again but I didn't get the thermometer on her yet. She's sleeping on my bed with the puke bowl next to her. I just called off work again and am waiting for the ped to open @ 8:30 to call them. Oh, I'll have to cancel my PT for today too. And then I'm getting in the shower again!!