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After seemingly on the way to get better, Samantha took a turn for the worse early Thursday morning. Around 4:30, she was gagging and coughing, and we had the first of the many many spit-up (OK, puke) sessions that happened for the next 30 hours. We cleaned her up and put her back to bed, but it happened again right before 6am. Lovely. At this point, Ryan just got up to get ready for work, as he had to be over in NH for the next few days, so after he left, it was just a poor, sad, sick Sam and I for the day. She didn't want to eat. Kept spitting up. Was lethargic. After trying to feed her breakfast (more spit-up), I put her back to bed and she slept for over 1 1/2 hours until I had to wake her up to take her to the doctor's.

The doctor basically said it sucked, but that she didn't feel Sam had any sort of new virus/issue, and that this was her body's way of getting rid of all the mucus that had been building up in her tummy from this cold/bronchilitis. Yum. I guess at some point, the body can't take any more and just has to get rid of this stuff. So spitting it up and pooping it out are the only way. So, essentially, there was nothing I could do for her, except try to get her to eat and drink and rest as much as I can. I think I changed clothes about three times, and changed her about six times during the day. It was not pretty. I felt so badly for her. She was just exhausted. We both went to bed early.

There was more puke through the night, but not as much, and unfortunately I had to be at work on Friday. But there was no way I could send her into daycare. Luckily, my parents are in town helping my sister out while her husband is away for work for 6 weeks, so my mom came up to take care of Sam for the day while I went to work. Thanks Mom! Sam was definitely feeling better by the end of the day, and I think she is finally on the mend.

Of course, with all this going on, I didn't get any running in on Thursday or Friday. There was nothing I could do about it. And certainly, taking care of Sam was top priority. But it does bum me out to have another week of little running, especially when the knee was feeling better and I was looking forward to starting to ramp up the training at least a little bit! Ah well. The worst of it is that I went out for a run this morning before work, and I felt pretty bad. I cut the run short at 3.25 miles. I just felt off, and my stomach feels a bit uneasy. Ugh.  I'm definitely heading to bed early, and really, really hope that I feel better tomorrow!  I would like to have a healthy house again!!