Wrenn has had a "beaver" all day today. (That's a fever.) If she wasn't feeling so bad, it would be funny to see her earnest little face turned up to you telling you that "it's okay, mommie, my beaver is going away!". Unfortunately, it's not funny and it went away just briefly, and came back with a vengeance. Now she's throwing up, too. Anybody deal with a 3 year vomiting? It ain't pretty. Props to Patrick for handling that one. (You rock, honey.) But, of course it won't end there, as Eli was beginning to feel warm as well right before bedtime.
So, we're tightening the sails, tying ourselves to the masts, and preparing for the storm.
Help.
Posted by Shannon at August 4, 2004 11:03 PM | TrackBackWe just went through all that stuff with our two boys. I feel your pain. Fever + vomit does not equal fun.
Posted by: hollie at August 4, 2004 11:16 PMAwwww.... I'm so sorry... I wish there was something I could do to help...
I miss y'all....
Mwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sniff... sniff...sobb... sobb...
Update: Wrenn seems to be over the hump, and I think Eli might pass it up, hopefully! *crossing fingers*
Posted by: Shannon at August 5, 2004 01:30 PMHmmm... well... one good thing about having babies instead of a tiger kitty... is that when you give them medicine... they don't bite you...
or do they?
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at August 5, 2004 07:16 PM