Billy picked Weston up from school Wednesday morning for diarrhea. Like BAD diarrhea. No fever, acting normal, eating and drinking...just terrible tummy trouble.
I was very wary of taking him to the pedi office because I felt very safe in thinking it was not C. diff and more than likely a virus that just had to run its course. Plus, Bubby hasn't received a flu shot this year, thank you massive loads of immunosuppressants. So, not really wanting to chance it. I talked to his doctor and as long as he wasn't dehydrated and it wasn't getting worse, we could skip the visit.
Thursday is still bad, but not as better as Wednesday. Friday is showing significant improvement from the days before. Enter school phone call from Emily's teacher. Emily is now vomiting. WHY?!
So, now it's Sunday evening and I'm pleased to report that as of this moment, children are doing MUCH better. Yay. I'm controlling my excitement because yesterday we thought they were much better and decided to venture out since GD was visiting.
Mistake. We were stuck in an exotic animal tour with a sickly E. :-( (Yes. I know I should have known better. Shut up. You can also project some of the guilt trip DaddyDaddy's way. *hmpf*)
See! She looks good. Looks happy! Who wouldn't want to see zebras and giraffes??
More so these guys and deer and some kind of four legged, rectangular pupiled herbivores than giraffes and zebras.
He was persistent
Very persistent. However, not nearly as much as the rude ass ostrich.
Axis deer and some other deer...but the best is the Bubby in the mirror
He had a GREAT time, except for the ostrich
Baby Girl, not so much.
Sweet bébés this morning
