I took Hope to the clinic last night after she puked up plain water. In fact, it was such a violent spew that the water was running out of her nose. Soon after that the doctor was telling me that it was going around, nothing to worry about, give her a Gravol suppository (since nothing would stay in her) and feed her fluids; up and around in no time.
I dreaded the suppository. I've only given one before, to Emily, and for a month afterward it was like a vice was keeping her knees together come Hell or high water, which made changing her diaper a minor challenge.
Well, Hope being Hope she thought the whole thing was funny. The girl who hadn't smiled in twelve hours got the giggles while I was shoving the little Gravol rocket up her bum. Totally in character and kind of made yesterday a whole lot better for a brief moment. Since then she has consumed more liquids and popsicles than should be humanly possible.
Every hour today I could see her improving. The three naps (yes, three!) didn't hurt. She seems back to herself. She's upstairs laughing and playing with Emily right now.
Phew. I'm so glad that it was just a bug. I could do without that for a while now. The house has an eau de barf about that I could really do without. Probably not aided by the fact that I haven't seen a shower in quite a while and it is quite possible that my feet have been sprayed by vomit more than once since I did see a shower. Oh, and add poop water to that too. Cloth diapers + toddler diarrhea = ew, ew, ew, ew.
And how was your weekend?