Man, it’s been a tough couple of days. Cora’s got some gnarly stomach bug. Poor thing, this one’s definitely put her through the ringer.
- 15 loads of laundry
- 3 jugs of Pedialyte
- 4 packs of jello
- too many vomits to count
- 4 episodes of Barney
- 3 visits to the ER
- 1 5hr IV fluid sesh
- 36 hours of naps
- And one sick Papa later….
I think she is finally on the mend. The whole experience nearly broke our hearts in two. It’s terrible to see such a little being suffer so much. Being that she’s so tiny, I think her body just couldn’t recover on it’s own. Now I see why fat babies are something to shoot for.
But, today is a new day. She’s sitting up on her own (finally), eating and making multiple animal noises. All good signs in our book.
I’ve realized a lot these few days, but man, have I realized how lucky we are to have such a strong support system. From texts, to calls, to homemade cards and food, people have really been there for us. How lucky we are…
Makes me have SO much compassion for families who spend years in the hospitals with their little ones.
Hug your family tight today.