The little gnome puked in the car ride from the airport to our San Francisco sublet. He was kind enough to wait until we had gotten off of the plane and away from the airport. I thought it was just a one-off, like the only other time that he has puked (at NayNay's ByeBye SF party last year in Dolores Park). So we cleaned him up and settled into our apartment and then met Leila and Juniper and Clementine for the first of what we hope will be many July adventures.
Our place is next to theirs and if they would just forget to close the blinds we could see into Leila & Gavin's bedroom from our back porch. Anyway, we had just loaded Juniper and Soren into a double stroller when he puked again--all over his second set of clothes and the orange stroller muff. And still I did not clue in that this was an actual illness. We cleaned him off again, changed his clothes and proceeded to the park where he played with his usual enthusiasm. Except that when we got home, he puked again, and then in the middle of the night and then in the morning.
On the first day he seemed to rally after every round, but by the second the dehydration and exhaustion had caught up to him and we spent the entire day in our new apartment reading stories, watching videos and cuddling. To be honest, he was not really that interested in anything but the cuddling. A call to the advice nurse suggested only clear liquids until the vomiting stopped (it did, only to be replaced by diarrhea) and then a diet of toast, apples, bananas and rice. So far we have only made it as far as the banana. She also said that he can "nurse as much as he wants" and that this would help him recover faster. I will say that my person was not quite prepared for the onslaught. Today (day two and a half) he looked so feverish and sad much of the time and occasionally he would crawl into my lap and say "Mama, make me better."
We are doing what we can little guy.
