Well...
Things have not been so good around here.
Last Saturday Piper was burning up and not acting herself. By Sunday we had projectile vomiting what little food she was eating (though she'd wait all day to share). I'll spare you the tails of the diapers.
But lets just say they were the wrong color.
Monday she seemed to be a little better. Still not happy, but at least she ate a little something.
By Tuesday morning she had lost all of her food from the day before in a colorful spread in her room.
Very Jackson Pollock
With the Dr. on the phone she lost more.
(Bonus Daddy points for Josh who cleaned up everything from this week's events)
Off to the Dr. we all went with a child in the backseat just starring into space.
Not good.
But when we get there everything checked out. Ears, throat, vitals...all fine.
So we were told to get as much fluid into her as we could and keep up with the BRAT diet.
And to watch the diapers, the color needed to go back to normal soon.
A follow up apt. was made and back home we went.
Many MANY episodes of old school Sesame Street later and she's still not right.
Grandpa came to the rescue with a swamp cooler in this horrible heat
and Piper barely looked at him.
what???
She warmed of course, but still. This is her beloved Grandpa we're talking about! What is going on?
Likely a virus that will just run its course.
But still hard for everyone.
We're back to the Doctor in the morning and praying for sleep tonight.
There we go!
