The night before Halloween, Benny woke up throwing up. That was really rough to watch--it's such a violent thing for a baby to do. But then as soon as he was done vomiting he would cough a little and then look up at you and smile. Babies are incapable of feeling sorry for themselves. That's really a great feature in a life form. He would whimper a little bit because he knew he wasn't feeling well, but then would just smile and look really cute. The perfect survival mechanism.
Dr. Sanders suggests only incremental infusions of mother's milk while he gets over it. Lactose is rough on the sensitive stomach. Soon Amy will be puking--among other things (this is a family blog)--all night long. So the stomach flu goes to mother first.
Gatorade. Fall. Hydration. Feeling good. Looking great. Nothing like a walk around the block after Massive Family Flu and Togetherness Experience.
So, little Benjamin has successfully gotten over his first sickness. His immune system is stronger and he has built up some character.
Just in time for: Inoculations, Round Two. Tomorrow morning at 11:15. Ding.
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I've heard from many a parent that the first illness is the roughest - their lack of immune system means that they shed whatever bacteria/virus is making them ill like there's no tomorrow. Good to hear y'all survived it.
On a side note - NYT had an article a few months ago about Pedialite being the choice drink of elite atheltes - something about the salt/sugar balance being optimal for quick rehydration - good for baby, good for the Hulk.
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