She's sleeping better and better, but she's getting sicker and sicker. She's still not worryingly ill, but I feel very bad.
On Saturday night she vomited at bedtime and seemed fine afterwards. On Sunday she had a single episode of diarrhoea. On Monday she vomited at bedtime again. And today she had diarrhoea at about noon, and vomited at about one pm.
I feel bad because we were out in town, and I saw her lean forwards to rest her head on the bar of the buggy, and thought she was just tired. It wasn't until much later - at least 10 minutes - that I saw that she'd vomited. It was all over her clothes and the buggy and her shoes. We went into John Lewis for the cleanup, which took about an hour, and she ate. She does feel hungry after these bouts. Unless she's just been sick, she won't even eat biscuits, really.
So I cleaned her up and went to Boots and found a female member of staff to ask for vaginal dilators. They don't stock them and can't order them. I shall have to go mail order. She did offer me a urinary incontinence aid instead, but I declined graciously. I already have one and I can't use it because of the birth injuries.
And then we came home and watched a little video and she went down to sleep. Rob will be home shortly to take us to the doctor. I'm just fragile enough that I can't go alone.
(Remind me later to write about the conversation I overheard and joined in with the librarian today - we covered teenage mothers and the state of education in the nation and I was interested to learn that it's all the brown people's fault).
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:42 pm (UTC)When squeaky gets sick it's a huge dramatic gush with repeated waves of vomit and discombobulated baby whimpers for about 24 hours, and then She's Fine. After a few days of weird digestive things, it probably isn't a bad idea to have her seen... Maybe they have something to make her feel more comfortable or to knock it out of her. Bleah.
Best of luck keeping up with the puke patrol.