Poor Ella succumbed to the stomach bug yesterday. For four hours straight she threw up every fifteen minutes.
(I know, I know...probably too much information.)
Thankfully, blissfully, the worst is over and we are in recovery mode today. You know...laundry and sanitizing every square inch of the house (as if that will ward off the sense of impending doom that surrounds Jeremiah and me). Ginger ale, crackers, and movies for Ella.
We also got news right in the middle of everything that my Grampa (my Dad's dad) collapsed and was taken by ambulance to the hospital. No definitive news on what caused the collapse...we will probably know more later today.
I am very thankful that today is a new day. And so far, a throw up free day.