Sickie Chickie

Last Friday, Bailey woke up with vomit, a fever and diarrhia. Ugh. We had planned on going to Pendleton to visit family for the entire Memorial Day weekend, but the plans changed. We nursed her through the weekend, feeding her popcicles, and anything her belly could stomach. But in the end, she threw up nearly ALL that went down. So, on Monday morning, we made a call to our paramedic friend, Wayne, and he came up to the house and helped us out. Bailey was just so dehydrated, she needed LOTS of fluids. And so 12 hours after Wayne came up, Bailey Bug was feeling much better. She is now back to her defiant toddler self, with lots of "NO!"'s and "I don't wike it!" Maybe the low grade fever will come back and she will be quiet and snuggly again...I can always dream, right?