wake up to 2 am scream-crying. Noah has thrown up on himself. After he was all cleaned up he acted very normal and happy. We were hoping it was a fluke thing... yeah right. We sat and watched Bubble Guppies with him to see if it was going to be an every 10 min ritual like David. After 30 min of no more vomiting we thought that we were in the clear, and then the show ended. He vomited anything raining in his stomach in the bowl I had set on his lap for that specific purpose. aw, man......
I slept on the couch with his mattress right beside me. The goal was to keep dave as far away from the flu germs as possible before hopping on a 5 hour flight and a week of important meetings in Seattle. Thankfully, Noah did not get sick for the rest of the night, but he woke up with diarrhea this morning. Poor thing cries every time he has to go potty because his little tush hurts so bad. the "defend the tushy" arsenal isn't helping as much as I would like: baby wipes and Aquaphor. All in all, both boys are doing pretty good. Neither one has much of an appetite, but they have eaten small amounts. They are no longer just laying on the couches moaning, so that's an obvious improvement.
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