Over the last 24-hours, I think I’ve held Megan in my arms 20 of those. She’s had a high fever – reaching up to 103.7 at one point – and alot of vomiting. I went through 4 shirts & 3 pants in about a 4-hour period. She went through so many that we just stripped her down to the diaper for the ride to the hospital.
Fortunately the wait was nothing & the nurse & doctors were able to see her without any wait at all. Unfortunately no real answers. More than likely she just picked up something big brother had earlier this week and it’s just hitting her poor little body alot harder.
So, now it’s Saturday and we’re settling in for the night. I pray that she’ll sleep longer than 50-minute stretches. That she’ll keep her bottle and medicine in her little tummy. That she won’t look at me with those big brown exhausted eyes that say “help me”.
I’d rather be sick.
Update: It’s now 11:03 and she’s already thrown up again & has waken up twice. Poor baby girl. Still, I’d rather be sick.