Sick kid

Last night was an interesting night. Reagan flat out refused to go to bed for me. Jim had to come up after an hour and get her to go into her new big girl bed. Thank goodness that worked. I passed out on the couch probably around 10pm. About 1am, Reagan woke up from a night terror calling my name. I tried to let it go, but she was not doing well. So I went upstairs and held her for a while.

She did wake up after a while, but she was still crying and shaking. She just wouldn't stop. Eventually she started calling for daddy. So I carried her all the way to the basement to find her daddy. She curled up in his lap and hung out there while he playing his video games.

I think it took about 30 minutes for her to stop shaking. In the meantime, we had called the doctor because we really didn't know what to do. He said "she getting sick and just watch her to make sure she's responsive and coherent". Nice. She had gotten so worked up that she puked on Jim while he was playing games. To make it worse, she dunked her head in the vomit that was resting on his shirt. Ewwww.

After a bit, she wanted me. At that point, she was BURNING up. Flaming hot and she smell ed like puke. Even nicer. We gave her some motrin to help settle her down and it helped some. She fell in and out of sleep, but seems so uncomfortable.

By the time we went upstairs to go to bed, she had also puked on the bathroom floor while I was going to the bathroom. After about 45 minutes of the motrin being in her system, we did check her temp - about 101.

We all piled into bed about 5am. It was long night. We were all tired. She slept right on top of me. I didn't care just as long as I could sleep. I was worn out last night at 7pm, so I desperately needed sleep. I slept til about 930am and got up to take a shower. She slept until my shower was done.

This morning, she seems fine. She's been eating and dancing around the house. Maybe just a 12-hour bug?? Who knows. I just hope that she's OK.