All of this is added after the fact, for obvious reasns…

Tuesday the 7th, a friend of mine from college was scheduled to come down for dinner — he was attending a conference in Denver, and I hadn’t seen him in two years (I was pregnant!). Poor Andy. He didn’t know what was about to hit him.

Before Andy arrived, Maya threw up all over the carpet in the master bath. Oh well…I had time to get her bathed and clean before he showed.

Not so fast. Shortly after Andy’s arrival, I was giving him the tour of the house when we both heard a loud SPLAT! The sound was somewhat reminicent of this, so I had a feeling I knew what was coming. The kitchen floor was covered, and Maya was very unhappy. On the bright side, she missed her pjs, so I was able to get her off to bed, where she conked out right away.

Middle of dinner…crying. Yup, she’d gotten her bed. Then while I was holding her, she did it again, this time down my shirt and all over my jeans. Andy was gracious enough to clean up the kitchen mess so I could give US a bath. Poor baby.

The next day, Maya slept. And slept. Then slept some more. Her temperature hovered in the 101-102 range, but at least she wasn’t puking! By evening, she was begging bits of frozen fruit bar from me, and even ate some cream of wheat.

I figured she was on the mend.

Thursday would prove otherwise…(continued above)