Sick Lil Punkin

Our sweet little girl was hit with the stomach bug a few weeks ago. Bless her heart. I kind of knew something was up that morning. She was just not herself, and when we were downstairs getting her shoes on, she told me her tummy hurt - which she has never done before. Sure enough, Tommy hadn't been gone for five minutes when I got a call that he was on the way home -she had yakked all over herself and the car. Thinking, hoping, and praying it was one fluke thing, because she was immediately back to herself, and Tommy said he thought she had just choked on something, off to the babysitter she went (after I changed her and calmed her - she was freaking out - she gets so scared when she vomits).

I wasn't at school for 10 minutes when I got a call from the babysitter that she had thrown up two other times. By the time Tommy got there to get her, she had done it again, and even had to ride home naked because she had gone through all the spare outfits.

He kept her at home for a bit, but had a big meeting that he could not miss. Bless Shannon's heart, she watched Addie for him in his office, while Addie watched Sleeping Beauty on his computer. I left school about 11:15 (once I found the world's wierdest sub to cover my class, but that's a different story) and went to Tommy's office to get her. There I was greeted with my precious girl, in the below get-up. In Tommy's frantic attempt at getting back to work, dealing with a puking baby, he just grabbed clothes off the back of the couch in the loft (I hang everything in her closet by outfit, and put playclothes in her drawer by outfit). Here she is in capri leggings and a turtleneck, and I think her crocs. Then when I had the lucky opportunity of cleaning all the bags of puke clothes, I saw one of her adorable brown and lime green Mis-Tee-V-Us tops with a pair of light pink corduroy pants - two precious outfits, mixed together. At. His. Office. I was so embarassed. But, no complaining as he got the blunt of the throw-up. She hit him again at home, and then again, but this time on him in the Walgreens parking lot. Yep, right before his big meeting.

My mom was coming in that night for us to go see Wicked that weekend. She had planned to shop in Greenville on Friday, and instead got to stay home with pukey Addie.

Addie didn't run a fever or anything while she was sick, but once my mom got there, she got really cuddly and I noticed her cheeks growing pink and pinker. She then fell asleep on me as I was talking to mom, which she never does, doesn't even sit on my lap that long anymore. I took her temp and it was 103. I about died. I couldn't believe I let it get that high, but it seriously happened in about 10 minutes. Regardless, a little Motrin and she was back to normal.

Addie has been traumatized from this little bug. She still, a month later, will randomly look up at me and say, "I not get sick today." She calls "throw-up," "choke," and will still talk about, "I choke in my hand and on my daddy. And on his purple shirt." Sweet little thing. We are so thankful this bug only lasted 24 hours for us and that it didn't get anyone else. Yuck!

(I have no clue why she was playing with the cutting board!)
Even as rotten as she was feeling, she gave me a pitiful little smile!

Sweet thing, she was so thirsty and we were trying so hard to only give her a little at a time, that she was begging for it. One time she was drinking out of her cup and I told her that was enough, to give it back to me and she could have more in a little bit, and she took off running into her playroom with it! Ha!