The Morning After

I have officially had my first experience with a sick baby. Like, a throw up sick baby. And I would prefer to never experience it again. Babies just don’t deserve that kind-of grief! It was so sad to watch and not really be able to help. She threw up 4 times total, and then went to bed at 5:30—happily. She woke up at about 6:45 this morning and was struggling. We gave her a sippy of half apple juice half water, and she is back in bed. Last night, she just laid on the couch and watched Snow White while I rubbed her belly. She doesn’t really watch TV, or lounge on the couch, so this was a sign she was feeling rough. Poor thing. Here’s to hoping she’s feeling great on her birthday!