Princess is sick. At almost 16 months old, this is her first time being really sick. I mean, we have had the snotty nose and the phlegm cough and such, which were bad enough but not this bad. No matter how sick she has been, she has always been "herself," kwim? She'll have green snot running from her nose, but she'll be smiling and happy and ready to play.
Not this time. This time its vomit. And even when it started yesterday, it wasn't so bad. She would puke, and then be smiley and ready to play. But as the day wore on, it got worse. All of a sudden, my little trooper, my little independent woman (throw your hands up at me!) was clingy. This is *definitely not* her. She won't even put her head on your shoulder when you sit together, and doesn't want to hold your hand when you walk together...she wants to do her own thing. Now she is begging to lay on you and cries when she isn't. We are seeing the doctor this afternoon, but it appears the puking has stopped and we have moved into the realms of diarrhea. Yay. I have never done so much laundry in my life.
So what has all this taught me? I think it is teaching me that I didn't really know what it meant to be a mom until 3:30 this morning, when Princess woke up dry-heaving. And I was holding her as she was crying and heaving and crying and heaving and there was nothing I could do. I wanted to cry myself - partially due to the lack of sleep - but mostly because my little one was sick and I couldn't stop her pain. And then, I knew what it felt like to be a mom.
Update: we just got back from the docs, and Princess has a virus that is apparently going around. The vomiting lasts about 24 hours, then the diarrhea lasts about 24-72 hours. We're about 12 hours into the diarrhea, folks. Wish me luck.