Finally perking up and having a few bites of mashed potatoes. PART 2: So we took her home to my parents house and then took off for California the next day. She still was weak and didn't have an appetite, but she seemed okay. Then when we were about two hours from Huntington Beach she started saying "Yucky, yucky, yucky" and, just as Bryn had warned, things certainly got really yucky. And then even yuckier. And then ever yuckier. Can you tell from this picture it was a bit of a wild ride?
Bryn was crying in discomfort and we were really worried she'd get dehydrated all over again. But we made it home, bathed her and cleaned everything up, and put her to bed. (With a much-needed blessing from Josh and our Home Teacher). Thankfully, she had a great day Sunday, munching on dry toast and applesauce slurping Pedialyte popsicles. (And hooray that she kept everything down!) She is still a little weak, but at least the stomach bug is gone and I think we're past the dehydration stage. Woohoo. Anyway, that's that.
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Okay, go ahead and laugh at how dramatic this little experience was for us. We can laugh about now. Until I smell her car seat. And then the laughing stops.