This entry is not for the weak stomached
Oh man. I'm still sick to my stomach.
Saturday Skyy was sick, she had a fever of 102, she slept in my lap most of the day and wouldn't eat, vomiting, diarrhea, the whole nine yards. It hurt so bad to see her like that, but Sunday she was better even though she was still vomiting and stuff, but yesterday she didn't get sick at all.
So I figure she was alright, I mean after all, she was acting normal enough and she han't gotten sick at all yesterday. There was my first mistake. Then I give her milk with her breakfast. There was my second mistake. It was a friggin vomit fest. She threw up everything I gave her and then some. ALL OVER MY HOUSE. And of course Josh is no help gagging in the bathroom. I was already nauseas as hell, not to mention I had just felt okay enough to put a bagel in the toaster for myself. It hadn't even popped yet when all the madness started. So I got Skyy all cleaned up and made sure she was feeling okay and stuck her in her crib for the clean up process. (Which I won't even go through cuz I'll puke.)
I forced down a second bagel (I threw away the first one because it was hard and cold by the time I got to it) and every time I think of eating, I can't get the imagery out of my head.
I'm scarred for life. Or the rest of the day anyway.
Sorry but I had to share the disgusting experience.
Saturday Skyy was sick, she had a fever of 102, she slept in my lap most of the day and wouldn't eat, vomiting, diarrhea, the whole nine yards. It hurt so bad to see her like that, but Sunday she was better even though she was still vomiting and stuff, but yesterday she didn't get sick at all.
So I figure she was alright, I mean after all, she was acting normal enough and she han't gotten sick at all yesterday. There was my first mistake. Then I give her milk with her breakfast. There was my second mistake. It was a friggin vomit fest. She threw up everything I gave her and then some. ALL OVER MY HOUSE. And of course Josh is no help gagging in the bathroom. I was already nauseas as hell, not to mention I had just felt okay enough to put a bagel in the toaster for myself. It hadn't even popped yet when all the madness started. So I got Skyy all cleaned up and made sure she was feeling okay and stuck her in her crib for the clean up process. (Which I won't even go through cuz I'll puke.)
I forced down a second bagel (I threw away the first one because it was hard and cold by the time I got to it) and every time I think of eating, I can't get the imagery out of my head.
I'm scarred for life. Or the rest of the day anyway.
Sorry but I had to share the disgusting experience.