A mere three days after the start of daycare, I am already home with a sick baby who has thrown up on all but one blanket!
Overnight on tuesday, Mia woke up and vomited what we thought was spit-up all over B's shirt. We cleaned up, put her back to bed and all slept in. B had wednesday off, and I took my reduction of hours day. We thought we'd take advantage of our newly acquired child-care and dropped her off at lunch and caught the Hunger Games (for the second time!) using the free movie tickets we got for renewing our apartment lease. On our way out of the theater, we got a call on B's cell phone that Mia had gotten sick and to please come pick her up as soon as we were able to.
She continued to get sick on many different surfaces of our apartment and many different articles of my and her clothing. So, in addition to feeling guilty for ignoring her initial vomit, and then going to the movies while my poor little daughter was feeling sick at daycare, I also have the bonus of having to clean carpets, a living room chair, and doing two loads of laundry. We spent a very fitful night with all bedroom doors open and the baby monitor on my pillow, darting back and forth between our room and the nursery whenever we heard her cough out of fear that she might be laying in her own vomit.
Needless to say, I'm home with her today and she's only gotten sick once, and only a little. After getting us very worried from drinking 3 out of 8 ounces of her bedtime bottle, and then only 3 out of the 6 ounces of her morning bottle, she's been asleep for almost two hours. Let's hope pedialyte and removing solid foods from her diet for the day will get her well enough for everyone to go to work tomorrow. Otherwise, it's B's turn for a sick day.