We’d been having a pretty healthy winter. There were a few sniffles here and there, but nothing major. Until Sunday.
Hallie started dragging and spiked a fever near 103 Sunday afternoon. She was droopy for a day or so but in pretty good spirits. I thought she was on the mend until she threw up Tuesday morning and again Tuesday night. By Wednesday she seemed totally back to normal. She worked happily on a school project all day and was begging to go to the library. I was set for her to go back to school on Thursday.
In the meantime, Travis fell victim Wednesday afternoon. He couldn’t keep down even a sip of water, so I gave him some Zofran pretty quickly. He was in rough shape until bedtime, but did manage to fall asleep. Just before Travis was due for his 11 o’clock dose of Zofran (I wasn’t taking any chances given his history), Hallie woke up with ferocious diarrhea. I’d already gone to bed and Saint Mark dealt with all the awful ramifications of that. I got Travis his Zofran, and both kids made it through the night OK.
I always worry when T gets hit with stomach things, but he’s been doing fine today. I’ve been giving him 1 tsp of Gatorade every 5 to 10 minutes and he’s kept it and now a few Cheerios down. And Hallie seems to be improving. So, all things considered it’s not as bad as I suppose it could be. (Though I know Travis may still have to make it through phase 2, which is the greater evil in my opinion.)
I’ve been doing laundry and marching around with Lysol and bleach wipes all day, hoping to stave off another round. Not a banner week in the Turner house. I hope things continue to improve!
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