Wed Dec 14 2005 11:58 Hostage to the Stomach Flu:
When Atticus woke up at around 11:30 on Monday night and cried with urgency for a drink of juice (I was just barely in a deep slumber), it took me a moment to realize what was really happening. I was franticallly searching for a sippie cup straw when it dawned on me: thirst isn't the problem, here. My kid is about to throw-up! By then, it was too late. A bath, two more vomiting sessions, several minutes of suffering on the toilet from the Screaming Mimis, a trip to the grocery store (for Gatorade and Saltines), a mound of gross laundry, and three hours later, Atticus was fast asleep on a little make-shift bed on my floor. Phew.
Let's hope we don't run another round with Samuel.
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