It started Saturday. This is what I dealt with most of the day.
Nothing made her happy. I thought maybe her teeth were bothering her. But she must of known what was brewing.
It hit Sunday. And today was the third day of vomiting and diarrhea. My girl is sick and momma is being pushed to her limits.
The hardest part is being only one person. When there's a giant mess to clean up off of her, me, the furniture, the wall....and there's a baby who just wants to be held and comforted.
Or needing things from the grocery like broth, popsicles, Gatorade and not being able to leave her or take her out with me. Luckily, Aunt Carla and another friend have dropped off some supplies to keep my girl nourished and hydrated.
I'm just praying it ends soon. I'm exhausted. And I hate seeing my girl so unhappy.