These are the unfair moments of parenting.
Two weeks ago, less a day, Vivian came down with a bout of stomach flu. In terms of bad things that can happen to two-year-olds, this has to rank right up there. Poor girl: she was so perplexed over how her body was betraying her, and and it was so hard for us to teach her the benefits of leaning over the bucket while throwing up.
I ended up staying up with her to about 4:30 a.m. before her stomach seemed to settle, and she was able to sleep comfortably until 7:30 when she woke up. Perfectly fine. I, of course, was a zombie.
Then, on Saturday, I came down with the same stomach bug. And then, the following Thursday, after hoping that Erin wouldn’t be affected, she came down with it too (something our midwives took notice about, since this late in Erin’s pregnancy, dehydration from a stomach flu or diarrhea would be a bad thing). As I mentioned, my previous boasts about having a cast-iron constitution appear to have been misplaced; I just didn’t get out much before Vivian was born.
Well, we weathered this storm. Vivian got back on her feet quickly and, after a little more time, so did we. Until today.
It’s another stomach bug. Vivian’s thrown up twice, and had a bit of a fever which is coming down now. I’m taking the first shift.
Wish me luck.
On a completely different subject, I’ve had some good feedback on my review of Partners in Crime seen here. Most people seem to be warming to Donna, and are looking forward to the sibling relationship between her and the Doctor. I dearly hope that they can keep the no-romance-between-Doctor-and-companion moratorium intact.
But what I really want to know is, what will happen when Donna and Captain Jack meet? A knee to the groin? A hop into bed? Both? Any takers?