After a sudden onset of nausea around 10pm yesterday, I spent all of last night awake and vomiting and crying. We finally decided to drive over to the women’s hospital ER at 4:30am, where they hooked me up to an IV and let Zofran work its magic.
As I type, JB is rushing to get Levi dressed and ready for school. It’s class picture day, and we’re running late after being discharged at the peak of rush hour. Oh, and Levi needs a bath because the coconut oil I massaged into his head last night to relieve a random bout of cradle cap left his hair disgustingly greasy–despite washing it out at bedtime.
Now excuse me while I take tiny sips of water and hope it stays down. See you on the flip side.