Right as Bobby and I were sitting down to lunch yesterday, the school nurse called. Caitlin was throwing up. I took Bobby in for kindergarten and came home with Caitlin. Poor thing. Watching your child be ill and knowing that there is nothing you can do to make it stop is one of the worst feelings in the world.
She is home today--the vomiting appears to have stopped, and she's occasionally sipping some water. I'm hopeful we'll graduate to some toast before too long. The poor baby hasn't eaten since yesterday morning (and this is my grazer--the one who come through the kitchen every 90 minutes or so to announce, "I'm hungry!").