Car sickness

Virginie and I have spent the past two nights sleeping in the guest room on a bed covered in old towels.  Still awaiting a prognosis, but our young miss has some sort of gastrointestinal issue which has caused her to christen most of the house with her undigested snacks and breastmilk.  The first night we just thought she ate something that didn't agree with her and cleaned her up and put her back to bed.  When she threw up all over the car on the way to Lily's school, we suspected it could be a little more serious.  Strangely, I feel so less secure when dealing with Virginie's ailments, any of our ailments really, here in Barbados. 

When living in the States, I would probably alert the pediatrician and give fluids while enduring the day or two of vomiting in some old sweats and tshirt, just offering sips of Pedialyte and cuddles.  But here, I have called the doctor for any little mishap or illness afraid that the cause is something we are just not familiar with or accustomed to.  In the case of the mangoes I think it was the right decision.  Some of the others, I am not so sure.  We love our doctor and at a moment's notice she will come to the house and check out the scene, charging no more that $50 US per visit.  But we joke we her at each visit that we just want to see her every week.  Maybe we should just start hanging out and save the $100BDS for each visit.

After a shot at the office, Virginie is now on a couple of medications to manage the flora in her intestines, eating crackers and Cheerios, and drinking coconut water, the occasional sip of Pedialyte, which I cannot believe is marketed to children with that horrendous taste, and nursing a little.  I am back to pumping to keep the milk up and giving lots of cuddles to both girls, as Lily now has a phantom sickness to contend with Virginie's real one. 

We have been told that after the vomit comes severe diarrhea.  I can't wait.






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