Poor Zoe!
She woke up on Tuesday morning and had vomiting all day long. It's a nasty stomach virus. Nothing would stay down, and I didn't see her use the bathroom at all that whole day. By the end of the day, her extreme listlessness prompted me to take her to the doctor. They gave her an IV bolus to treat for dehydration.
Sure enough, that evening the "other end" started showing symptoms...every hour all night long (now that she was hydrated enough to do so). Sad sad days.
The next day, though, in the warm bath, Zoe let me know, "I'm all better! I'm not sick! We can go to the library." I could tell by her fatigue (and symptoms) that she was NOT truly better. She was also too exhausted to handle the annoyance of letting me wash her hair (which had...let's say...a potently distinct need of being washed.)
I realized this was a good litmus test and let her know, "You're not really better until you let me wash your hair." She DID agree with me and went back to bed after her morning bath.
I think she's on the mend, today, though... and should have a clean bill of health and a clean head of hair by the weekend.
No comments:
Post a Comment