Junior Vox has been snuggled up in the big bed with me since Mr. Vox has been in Wisconsin over the holidays. (No, I haven’t bitten her again.) Last night, I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder in the middle of the night. Then again, tap tap. I said, “Mrrmph?” and she said, “Hrrp…hrrp!” I said, “Are you about to throw up?” and she nodded her head.
I got her into the bathroom pronto-pronto and sure enough, there she blew. She spent a few minutes there, then we cleaned her up and got back into bed. She’d missed the bed entirely, bless her. through the night, I could tell she had a fever. She slept the rest of the way through, and this morning I took her temperature to find her at 102.7.
I’m pretty sure this is the flu–the throwing up only happened the once, and then she’s had a cough and runny nose since. This poor kid can’t seem to catch a break around the big days this year. If you recall, she was sick the day of her planned birthday pool-party, and then on the day we had it rescheduled, it turned out some kid had pooped in the hotel pool before our reserved time and we had to settle for the kids playing in the hotel ballroom while the pool was drained and refilled.
I am seriously hoping 2013 is kinder to her.