We had a perfectly lovely Thanksgiving, which ended (the loveliness part, anyway) at 11pm that night, when YG tossed up everything she had eaten all day all over her bed and herself. We got her cleaned up, and the poor wight did it again several times (into a bowl, fortunately...there is a limit to how many changes of bedding we own). I slept with her most of the night, for the better holding of hair and rinsing of mouth a l'instant
. Yesterday she appeared to be on the mend--had a slight fever, but was able to hold down dinner. And this morning she woke up cheery, pranced around for a bit...then spent a hectic ten minutes throwing up again. So we went to see the pediatrician, who said, predictably, stomach bug. Keep her hydrated. So that's what we're going to do. It casts a bit of a pall over the holiday weekend, but it did keep us in the house and away from the horrors of Friday-after-Thanksgiving-shopping, so we're going to tuck the kid up in the sunroom and let her watch movies.
It's nice to know, per the doctor, that I didn't somehow obscurely poison my child with too much turkey.