Abby came down with a stomach bug on Sunday afternoon. Since then we've been changing diapers at a ridiculous rate. I was so fortunate to be the one who "discovered" she was sick. Basically, she was eating breakfast in her high chair when all the sudden she burst out screaming. I picked her up and some of her stayed in the high chair. Folks, it was everywhere. And by everywhere I mean I had to sterilize the entire high chair and send her outfit to the Baltimore garbage incinerator. The diaper was superfluous, almost laughable. I had to bathe her immediately because there was even stuff on her face. Don't ask. I have no idea. Thankfully that first incident was by far the worst. Over the next 48 hours we've been subjected to something akin to Chinese water torture (though much messier) of blow-out, scream, change, repeat.
The worst part is the look in her eyes. She looks so sad, hurting and scared; she has no idea why her body isn't working right. So, I just hold her, sing to her, pray to Jesus for her, tell her I love her and kiss her head.
For those of you interested in her health: she hasn't run a fever and isn't vomiting, which I understand is a "best case scenario." Please pray she feels better soon and that mommy and daddy are spared from "something wicked this way cometh."
For my mom and dad: Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know I was not aware of your love and care for me when I subjected you to the same thing years ago, but I'm sure I did more than once and I know that you loved me through it. (Your prayers would be appreciated now!)
And, for all the rest of you, a question of physics: Where does all that poo come from!? I mean seriously. She's just 23 pounds. How could we have filled our garbage can outside already!? Really!? Come on!
Recent Comments