Poor Lyla

One weekend this past fall, my mom planned to take the girls to spend the night with my sister, Julie, that lives in Hendersonville. Then they were going to go on to Indiana with my mom for fall break. They went on to Julie's house that Friday evening. I got a frantic call my sister around 7pm saying Lyla just threw up but she says she feels better now. I said, let me know if she does it again. Somehow I knew I would be getting another call very soon, and I did. She was sick. Eric and I drove up to Hendersonville to pick her up. She was pitiful. I sat in the back of the van with her holding her bowl just waiting for the next time, which came about every 30 minutes. I "slept" with her all night doing the same thing. Needless to say, I did not get much sleep. I washed that bowl many, many times! The next day she seemed to be done throwing up but she definitely didn't feel good. Around lunchtime though she thought she could eat something. That didn't sit well on her stomach and she got sick again. She actually slept on the couch that afternoon for almost 2 hours! I think it's been about 3 1/2 years since she's taken an afternoon nap! Fortunately, no one else caught the virus. The next week I was on a field trip with her class and her teacher said that the virus had been making it's way through almost every child in her class the week before the break. Lucky us!