Charlotte was sick Tuesday afternoon and yesterday, for the first time in a couple of months. Ever since I went back to work and she started going to daycare, I've been barely earning sick days before she has to spend them with another illness. But it looks like we might finally have gotten ahead of the curve there. And, as baby sick days go, it really wasn't too bad.
Charlie ran a fever Tuesday afternoon and my husband picked her up early. She threw up in the car on the way home, and then a couple more times at home (including all over me--in my hair and everything--yum). She took about an hour's nap around 5:30, which gave us time to eat a pizza (she loves pizza, and I'm glad she didn't have any of that in her stomach when she nailed me). After a much-needed bath, she went back down to bed at 9 and actually slept till 6:30 the next morning. She ate yesterday morning, though not as much as normal, and mostly spent the day on the couch. We went out to lunch with my husband since she seemed to be mostly ok (keeping food down, less fever, just sleepy), and she fell sound asleep on the way home. During her 2.5 hour nap, I got in some reading outside in the sunshine, and a shower. After nap, she watched part of Shrek and part of an episode of Sesame Street, and finally started perking up a bit and playing.
By the time my husband got home from work, she was chasing me around the living room with her baby doll stroller and we'd gone for a walk around the neighborhood. She was thrilled to see her daddy, but for once she wasn't quite as sick of me as she normally gets after a day stuck at home. So all in all, it was a pretty good day, minus the fever. She even went to sleep with less fuss than normal last night--after I tucked her in, my husband only had to make one trip in to re-tuck her before she was out for the night.
If only all her sick days would be so peaceful.