Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The Little Patient
Apparently Sophie did not get the memo stating we were going to leave the Barf Crud back in Mena, with Uncle Zach and Fafa. One good thing - this dude is fast and furious. Holy smokes! Thirteen hurls in ten hours and Sophs is officially cleaned out - top to bottom. Poor child. Well, correction: the virus part is fast. The pukes are taking awhile to go away.
Even now, when I'm almost positive that the bug is out of her system, Sophs is still funky. Yep. That's the joy of reflux. Everything is so loosey-goosey in there. Even when the original crud is long-gone and she's feeling better for the most part (from an energy and blah standpoint), the oh so pleasant aftereffects of stretching the 'ole digestive system out remain. For quite awhile. It stinks! More so for Sophie, of course, than for anybody else. We're back on Bucket Patrol - one handy in every room - such a nice decorative touch. And we're back to doing laundry in a catatonic state in the middle of the night. Oh man, all it takes is something like this to remind me how awesome things have been around here lately. Puke-free days are bliss.
Thank goodness I asked for a large styrofoam cup when we walked into Outback the other night for our New Year's Eve dinner. Half-way through the meal, she got "the look" and let 'er rip! Neat. And very appetizing for the rest of the table. And the table next to us. Man. The poor couple sitting beside us. Sophie was turned around talking to their little boy. (And touching him, I might add. The booths were so close together, it was almost impossible not to touch. The little boy was around one and a half, and sooooo stinking cute. He kept grinning and clapping and reaching his little chubby hand out to Sophie.) One second Sophie was playing with him, singing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider". The next second blaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I whirled Sophs around and caught the majority of the surge. But after, when I looked back over, the mom had an eye-bugged-out panicky expression like, "GET AWAY, 'O GERMY ONE!!" ...I can't say that I blame her. At all. I offered some sort of brief explanation about reflux, hoping to calm her fears. But I'm not sure it worked entirely. She still looked like she wanted to grab a doggie bag and bolt for the hills. Whoops.
I have to hand it to Sophie, though - she's a trooper. If I had thrown up that many times (or one time, for that matter), I would have been a Boo-Hoo-Poor-Me sad little lump on the couch. Not our Sophie. She would get violently sick and then just resume playing, still smiling, still just giggling away. She's the toughest kid I know, hands down. And the happiest, despite how crapified the circumstances are at the moment.
Seriously. Her attitude is amazing. I'm so grateful for her sweet, cheerful spirit, and oh how I learn from her every single day.