On Saturday at about 10 pm Cal came into our room complaining of a tummy ache. I could tell he was really in pain as he wriggled and writhed on our bed. Finally around 12:30 he threw up, and that seemed to relieve him enough to go to sleep.
He was sick Sunday and Monday too, sick enough that he missed Field Day at school. He was so disappointed.
Monday night, as Cal seemed to be getting his energy back, Olivia and Everett got it. They threw up six or seven times each over the course of the evening before finally settling to sleep about 1 am.
Olivia missed the last two days of school. She was soooooo sad about that. On the last day of school she tried to pretend she was better, but she can’t fake it – healthy Olivia is such a peppy and happy girl, and sick Olivia is so sullen and quiet.
But I did take her up to the school for just about fifteen minutes or so on the last day – to get her things and take pictures with her teachers. She had a great second grade year.
And that was how our summer started . . .
