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Molly's got the throwups. And she's been "slidin' into third" (as Zach would say*). Oh, and she's developed mystery spots as well. The funny thing is, other than those symptoms, she's actually in pretty good spirits. Yes, she's had a little trouble sleeping this weekend. Ok, a lot of trouble. But that can easily be attributed to traveling (we went down to the grandparents' place) and over stimulation.
Until tonight, I actually hadn't witnessed any of the throwups, so I just took it on good authority that they were happening (since Molly didn't seem any worse for the wear). But she let loose on me this evening, which was both alarming and reassuring at the same time. Alarming, because there was a lot of puke. Reassuring because she is clearly not disturbed by the puking. Same with the diarrhea. She poops. It stinks. We clean it up. She continues to play. (and we give her gatorade, since all the studies we read indicate that gatorade does just as good a job as pedialyte and she'll actually drink it since it tastes much better).
And those spots, they really don't seem that bad. Our best guess is that they're a reaction to the Chickenpox vaccination. As a parent it feels kind of odd to have your kid appear to get the disease you were trying to vaccinate against, but they say it's not really the
The sleep issue is more troublesome for us. She's clearly tired, clearly overstimulated, but stubbornly refuses to let herself fall asleep. We tricked her into napping on the way home this afternoon by driving for 2 hours. But as soon as we got home she popped up to attention. Her Nana likes to point out that she takes after her: as a child, Susie's mom used to ask her: "What are you worried about? You think you're going to miss something?" when she wouldn't go to sleep. Apparently, the answer was (and still is) yes.
What'saparenttodo?
* This is from a nice little ditty that Zach likes to sing: "If you're slidin' into third, and you feel a little turd, diarrhea, diarrhea..."
Pictures: A break in the rain: a sunny afternoon at Middle Harbor, watchin' the planes fly by with Dad; Silly faces with Dad; Takin' a walk with Dad; Dancing with Dad; and a windy walk with Dad.
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