Sick of it
NS March 15th, 2008
The Noble Child is very ill. She’s got some mutant strain of gastroenteritis that has just knocked her (and me) for six. It started on Tuesday with a 24-hour puking session and hasn’t really let up. We ended up at the hospital yesterday to have her checked over by a pediatrician to make sure something more serious wasn’t going on or that she wasn’t getting dehydrated. After two hours of observation and a steady fluid intake without being sick, she was released and we came home to crash. My head hit the pillow at 4pm, numb with weariness and worry. I didn’t wake up until nearly seven, the sun already down and my sense of time out of whack. Today, she wants to eat but I can only allow her to have small sips of water and bites of plain food. She cries and flails and wriggles, so frustrated and fed up with feeling rotten. It breaks my heart when she holds my face in her hands, looks into my eyes and moans “No, mummy. No.”
Please, no more.
