The list of first’s continue with Kili. Last night was our first time watching over her while she was sick. It was a lot tougher than I thought it would be. In fact, I even got a bit peeved at your mother and your grandparents for seemingly brushing it off and carrying on with dinner – how could they eat so casually when poor Kili was throwing up?! I had always read in books about a mother worrying over a sick child or my own mom saying how worried she was about me…stuff I had always brushed off and thought, “Get over it.” Well, I should apologize to your grandmother because I now know it is one tough emotion to stomach.
We think Kili ingested a dead bee because that was what showed up in her first pile of vomit (and go figure, she’s not going to know it was the bee that did this to her, so she’d probably eat one again if it was in front of her). She proceeded to then vomit every five minutes, the upchuck evolving from food to liquid to white foam to saliva to yellow bile. We googled, we asked each other questions we knew the other didn’t have answers to, we texted friends who we thought might have answers, and then we called emergency animal hospitals, who gave some wishy-washy advice.
Your mother and I talked about it some and continued taking turns cleaning up and sitting near Kili to comfort her. Eventually vomiting every five minutes turned into every fifteen minutes and as I write this now at midnight, it’s about every hour with Kili sleeping in between throw-up sessions. I think things are finally turning…(including my stomach because the stench of vomit lingers).
Yet we still worry and want someone by her through the night. It sounds like overkill – even to myself when I reread this. But we’ve settled on me taking the midnight to 3am shift and your mother taking the 3am to 6am shift. My plan is to set up shop on the couch and I don’t plan on waking your mother. I know, I know, chivalry is not dead.
Through all this, your grandmother had some advice as well. She says if Kili was a baby, we’d just ride it out and feed her Benadryl – no need to go to the emergency room or anything. Good luck, Fauchon.