Festivities
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.
It's nice to know, per the doctor, that I didn't somehow obscurely poison my child with too much turkey.
posted by Madeleine Robins at 1:09 PM
8 Comments:
"Too much turkey"? Admit it, what you were really worried about was food poisoning from undercooked stuffing!
Well, according to the food thermometer we were squarely in safe-eating zone, so I wasn't much concerned about undercooked stuffing. But all of us, for some reason, ate hugely on Thursday...and felt it more than I can remember. YG is the only one who, um, exploded.
I served leftover turkey dinner tonight: after three nights of making stuff with turkey, I decided enough was enough, and put out yams, turkey, salad, mashed potatos, and gravy (okay, the mashed potatos and salad were freshly made; everything else was leftover). YG regarded the turkey with deep suspicion, then remembered she was hungry...
If it's the same thing that hit our house, other explosions will follow. It was spread out over about 3 weeks, and none worse than 24-30 hours.
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Three weeks! **quailing**
Is YG recovering?
She appears to be. She is trying to use her illness as an excuse not to eat the dinner I prepare, and then to wail piteously about how starving she is. She's spooked of dairy, since the pediatrician said "no dairy" when she was in the vomitous stage. So this morning she had Cheerios with milk for breakfast and enlivened things by complaining bitterly afterward about how her stomach was hurting. That didn't keep her from running to gossip with her friends at school, when I dropped her off. I'm trying to walk a line between sympathy and brisk cold-heartedness. I'm probably screwing it up.
Wow, was I ever completely unclear. 3 weeks to jump around to different people. One was sick for about 24 hours, then a number of days of peace, then the next person. Jo was the only one who didn't get sick.
D
A sigh of relief is heard.
Actually, yesterday I thought, for a brief time, that I might be coming down with the thing, but since then, nothing else. Thank God.
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