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w February 09, 2006


Woke up this morning to the Bean's barf. Actually, I didn't discover it until AFTER I had given her a cup of milk and thought, huh, that's an unpleasant odor. Well, yes, it was. Clothes and bed stripped, laundry started, Bean in the bathtub. Okay, great. Thought I'd put her in bed with us for a while as it was still kind of early. Great, for about twenty minutes.

YAK. YAK YAK YAK. Fortunately she managed to get most of it on her clothes rather than on the bedsheets, but it was still a bit messy. Okay, got that cleaned up, her cleaned up, more laundry in, towel down on bed, let's try and grab a few more minutes.

Clearly school was not in the picture today, so upstairs we went, got settled on the couch with Playhouse Disney on TV, and Pedialyte in our sippy cup. All is well, actually, quite good. She has no fever, and is remarkably cheerful in between her bouts of retching. Only problem?

YAK YAK YAK. Okay. Pedialyte won't stay down, but we seem to be feeling pretty good otherwise. Mom is confruzzled. Downstairs to bed so that I can put in the THIRD load of laundry and call the nurse. Turns out this is a short lived bug running around the preschool set, just keep her hydrated, don't offer food until she hasn't barfed in 8 hours, rest, etc etc. Small bits of PediaPops stayed down, the pink lemonade popsicle I found in the freezer seems to be doing okay thus far...we may venture out later to get 7-Up or ginger ale. We'll see. I can probably scare up some Kool-Aid popsicles from what is in the cupboards, so maybe a field trip won't be necessary. It just breaks my heart to see her feel crummy though. At least she's pretty happy (though tired) and enjoying her CDs and toys.

It's just that...I smell like yak. It's really unpleasant. It's the stench of motherhood, unfortunately. Good thing I love her passionately.

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