This morning I took Emily and Jonah to see the pediatrician. Last night and this morning, Jonah was still spewing from both ends. Daddy's been gone all week on a business trip, so Emily's been nursing a sick toddler and taking care of a 5-year-old all on her own. This morning she reached her limit and I came to the rescue.
Turns out Jonah's diarrhea and vomiting were side effects of the antibiotic he was taking for pneumonia. Since he'll no longer be taking the antibiotic, all should be well within 24 hours. However, he'll still be on a bland diet until Sunday, which means no milk. It's going to be a rough weekend.
It's times like these I wonder why some people consciously have more than two children. I suppose if you can afford help, or have relatives or friends willing to lend a hand, it might not be too tough. But, for us, we always knew two was our limit physically, emotionally, and financially. And, thank God, that's just what we got.
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