Today was H's first full scale stomach flu. The morning started at 4:30am with a frightened little boy awoken by vomiting. It was so sad and alarming to hear his high pitched, scared cries. It breaks my heart to see such a tiny human so sick. J was a real trooper and spent the day with H since I had to go to work. (This time of year is the busiest for the work that I do and I was not able to be home.)
J and I are both sincerely hoping H feels better tomorrow because sick days are a rather hair raising event. You forget how fragile a 10 month old is until such a day.