Day 5 in the House of Vomit

and Other Things.

He spent the morning either screaming or limp and refusing liquids despite expelling them, so off to the GP we toddled for a diagnosis of dehydration.

Sick boy hadn't been unwell since Friday so I'd taken him to nursery only for him to come home, cuddle the baby, chuck up, then GLARE at me and snarl "I told you I shouldn't touch him"

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