Poor Sick Baby!

On Saturday, Gilda's sister Gennie was nice enough to come up to Davis and watch E so that Gilda and I could go out for some nice child-free time. After E's nap, Gennie showed up and Gilda and I ended up going to see Iron Man (excellent movie - one of the top comics-based movies ever made, in my opinion). After the movie we found out that E had barely eaten anything for dinner as she was too busy throwing her food on the floor and saying "hi" to the waiter (though she hadn't really eaten much for any of her meals all day). Then, after calling it quits at the restaurant, on the way home E threw up all over Gennie's shirt and the stroller.

That was the beginning of the Great Sick Baby of '08. She was semi-comatose for the rest of the day and started having a temperature, which went up even higher the next day, during which she slept in stops and spurts and was a little zombie-baby, not really making any fuss or really moving much so long as she was held (or even often when she wasn't). Saturday night, though, she had woken up in the middle of the night and we had to take her into our bed (which made it harder to sleep - especially for Gilda). Over the next couple days, she would throw up and have explosive diarrhea regularly, day and night.

So on Sunday, I went to church to catch the last Sunday of the adult Sunday School class featuring biographies of various historical Christian persons (I had actually taught the previous Sunday and presented a biography of E Anscombe). Gilda stayed home to watch E . By Monday, the fever was gone and E had more energy to run around and eat stuff, but only so she could throw it up a little while later. But it was just enough getting betterness to make things much worse - now she was well enough to really feel sick and complain all day about it. She was very fussy and tantrum-y. Not a happy girl. Her tummy did not feel well and she seemed to have some painful gas too. By the end of the day, though, she learned that she could ease her abdominal yuckies by just pushing out the gas or diarrhea or whatever it was whose brewing was causing such discomfort. So she complained a bit less on Tuesday and was making rapid progress to recovery. So now on Saturday, she's pretty much better but still a bit tired and occasionally tantrum-y (partly because the past couple nights she woke up too early in the morning!).

One bad side effect to her being sick (and letting watch Wallace and Grommit videos) is every morning she tries to sneak one of those videos off of the shelf and get us to play it for her.