The whole family has been dealing with getting over a nasty bug.
Eloïse started vomiting late last week; on Thursday, I think, but I’ve rather lost track of time. She didn’t seem to be suffering much discomfort, though. After being sick, she would immediately go back to smiling and playing. Even though the vomiting continued for a couple of days, she didn’t become listless or dehydrated. Perhaps that’s because the vomiting wasn’t accompanied by much diarrhoea.
In an effort to stop her vomiting, we took to feeding her breast milk from a syringe, so that she wouldn’t get too much food in a single sitting. This approach seemed to work quite well.
Saturday evening, I rapidly went downhill and by the middle of the night, I was vomiting, too. A very restless night of endless diarrhoea ensued.
By the morning, Sarah had had her head down the toliet, too. All of us were now affected, although Sarah and I had it much worse than Eloïse.
Sunday was spent oscillating between sleeping and feeling like death warmed up. It’s incredible how much one can sleep when a virus (or whatever it was) takes hold of you. Sarah and I barely ate a thing, as we both felt incredibly week and had lost our appetite.
Whilst the McKenna-Macdonalds were more or less completely incapacitated this weekend, our friends Lauren and Brian (and their son, Max), who are holidaying here from New York, have so far remained unaffected by the dreaded lurgy. Hopefully that state of affairs will continue until they return home on Wednesday.