It started Friday night/Saturday morning with Declan, who apparently is a silent vomiter. You know it's happened after the fact with him, which is bad news because he's two and can't understand the concept of choosing where you throw up ... like a bucket, trash can, tile floor, NOT carpet. In fact, he'd thrown up in the middle of the night, and I had no clue at all.
Then Saturday night it hit Shelby. By lunch the next day she was eating ... small amounts, but she was eating.
Then nothing happened until Tuesday morning. Poor Payden. She got it, and she got it good. Tuesday was a rough day for her. She perked up on Wednesday and started eating in small amounts. Today, we've been back to square one. She can't hardly keep anything down. I hope she can recover soon. Three days is too long and is starting to scare me a bit.
Poor baby!!!






