It has been a rough week on you. At the start of the week, on Sunday night, you were scratching your eyes – a sure sign you’re tired – a little earlier than usual. You face-planted onto the floor a couple of times and after the second time, we decided to call it a night for you despite your protests. And as we carried you up, your mother heard the long gurgling noises, the type that comes across as threatening as opposed to signalling hunger.
A few hours later, the vomiting started and it didn’t stop for 48 hours. The virus was cruel, making you throw up even when you were down to nothing but saliva. You couldn’t even keep a spoonful of water in your stomach. By the end of your vomiting, you weren’t exactly emaciated, but we could see your ribs, which was a first for us.
And for that entire week, when you weren’t throwing up, you were just sleeping. It didn’t matter where – on the floor, on your mom, on the couch.
Luckily, you recovered just in time for your birthday party. But of course, on the eve of your birthday party, your mother starts vomiting. I took over all the set up and hosting. Your mother did a great job planning and ordering everything, your yeye was helpful setting up, and your godmother was helpful hosting the guests. Unfortunately, for your mother, she ended up staying in bed the entire day, making her 2 for 2 when it comes to missing your birthday events.
The party was a big hit. Everyone had a blast decorating their cookies. Per usual, nothing seemed to impress you…that is, until you realized there were presents for you to open. Just a huge bummer your mother missed it all.