We are getting ready for a wedding on Saturday, and I wanted to make sure we had a dress for Peyton. She received two dresses when she was a year old that were 24 months in size. She’s already wore one and there were stains already on it! I took both out, and asked her which one she wanted to wear. She took her jacket and said, “I want this!” I told her that was her sweater, and that she’d wear that no matter what (both dresses are short-sleeved). I held up the other two. She picked the one that hadn’t been worn before and said, “I want this one. It’s cute!” Her “cute” made Dave’s eyes roll; too girlie.
Today when I picked up Peyton, Miss Jim told me that “Peyton is not herself today.” I was worried that that meant that she was not listening again. She said, “No, she’s been really slooow.” They went on to say that she was slow climbing up the structure, and that she was asleep in 2 seconds at nap. She ate okay, but something just wasn’t right, since about 1130am.
She came over to me, and seemed normal. Her eyes were a bit sleepy-looking, almost puffy. She got into the chair okay. We got home a second before Dave and Brandon. I went inside to take my stuff first, like I normally do. She just put her head back on the chair, relaxing. Usually, she sits up and wants to come inside with me. Dave took her out, and I told him that she was reportedly not herself. I went back inside to put everything away, and met them at the back door. She came inside, and he put her down on the floor. She looked up at me, then puked all over the floor. She heaved three more times, each time with more stuff coming out. All three of us (Brandon included) were stunned. None of us moved. We all just watched her and waited for her to be done. Like what you do in an earthquake. You just hope it’s over soon, and doesn’t get worse, even though you know you are supposed to move away from the windows and duck under the table. No one wanted to touch her. Dave grabbed the towel from the bathroom, and Brandon ran to get napkins and casually threw them down on the floor. I don’t do well with vomit. My gag reflex is too strong. Dave picked Peyton up, and took her upstairs to get her into the bath. I contacted school and told them she wouldn’t be in tomorrow. Dave wanted to find out if she had anything else to eat besides what we gave her (we looked at the vomit and didn’t recognize food that we had given her; gross, I know). Turns out they give her yogurt, every day. I put the dishes away, and ran upstairs to tag out Dave. When I went up there, she was so happy, playing in the tub, as if nothing happened at all! She looked a little pale, but had a huge smile on her face. I got her out of the tub, while Dave was a good sport and cleaned up downstairs. I asked her to brush her teeth. She said, “Oh, after mum-mum.” Yes, that is the normal sequence of events, but According to viagra sale cheap our store texts of ayurveda Vidarikanda is heavy to digest and increases moisture level of tissues and stickiness of secretions. The Internet and the modern technologies give lots of opportunities and thanks to the e-commerce people have get viagra access to products all around the world. These people were cialis tadalafil treated with two alternative methods that were external beam radiotherapy and permanent interstitial implantation. Soft measures are often derided because they can’t be reconciled, but they can be revealing if used as a canadian viagra comparative measure year-on-year. her breath was stinky, so I wanted to get rid of that.
Brandon was quietly playing on his own, not wanting to get into the mess. He just offered, “It smells.” By the time I was done with Peyton, Dave and Brandon were headed out to the grocery store to get dinner. I told him to get some soup or something mild for Peyton. I finished cleaning up, and Peyton started asking for milk. Then chicken. Then rice. I was afraid to give her anything. I remember when Brandon was a little younger than Peyton is now, he had a terrible bout of the stomach flu and couldn’t keep ANYTHING down. I was even afraid to give her water until I was able to sit with her and make sure it didn’t come up. I was trying to fix her some rice while watch out for more vomit, not really knowing if I could handle it if it did happen. I had her watching Toy Story, per her request, but I made her sit on a blanket on the couch. She had moved off of it, and I asked her to return to the blanket, just in case. She agreed and dutifully scooted over. After 45 minutes that Dave had been gone, I finally gave her a piece of bread. I cut it into 4-5 strips, and she ate the entire piece of bread. I gave her water, but asked her to drink it slowly, so she wouldn’t gag herself on it. When Dave got home, he had brought some soup (no salt added – go, Dave!). It was very bland, and I put some of the rice I had made in there with it. She ate a little. Then later, when Brandon asked for yogurt, she asked for more. She also asked for milk. Dave and I were a little worried. She was doing well now, didn’t want to rock the boat. Well, since she seemed to be doing well, we gave her milk. She drank it without incident. It was Brandon’s turn to take a bath. She asked for a bath again; like her short-term memory was gone? Same thing with the fluoride. When I gave it to her, she asked a few minutes later for her fluoride. She sat with Brandon and me while we read (tonight was Dave’s basketball night). We are supposed to be reading to Brandon for 20 minutes. So I told him, “Okay, we’re going to read until 802pm.” Usually, we read 2 books, but depending on their length, we could be done within a few minutes. I wanted to review his reading comprehension, so we picked some longer books. But I was running around trying to get things settled, like flossing, and the second toothbrushing, etc. So I said, “Okay, we’re going to read until 805pm”, not wanting to jip him on time. He noticed and said, “WHY do you keep changing the time??” I think he was tired, and just wanted to go to sleep. I didn’t hear from him while I was putting Peyton down, so definitely a good sign. Dave will stay home with her tomorrow, and I keep her at home on Friday, just to make sure she’s okay. It was so sad to see her face when she was throwing up, so helpless. Hopefully this was a 12 hour bug.
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