Especially when one of your kids has it. In this case, it's Grafton. This is the first time in his 3 years he's ever had the flu, so I guess we can be grateful for that.
Friday morning Grafton came in our room at 3:30 AM and said he was sick. He was not kidding! I will not go into details, but it has not been pretty. The way he describes his sickness is, "My tummy is sad."
If he was feeling well, I'm sure he'd love all of the super-star treatment. He's been getting constant tummy rubs, carried wherever he needs to go, he gets to sleep in our room instead of his own, his favorite books are being read to him, the TV has been constantly playing his shows, and he's been hand-fed the little he's felt like eating. Basically, we're at his beck-and-call.
Right now we're 34 hours into this and I believe the worst is over. He finally has some color again, he's actually eaten some crackers and part of a waffle, and he asked for some of his trains to play with. Best of all, we're seeing a smile on his face again!
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