Sick kid (again)

And it's the same one. Audrey woke up this morning complaining of a sore throat and tummy ache. I was reluctant to keep her home, especially since she didn't have a fever. She just missed a whole week, and I did not want her to get in the habit of thinking, "oh, my nose is running, I can stay home."

When she started throwing up about 20 minutes before it was time to leave for school, I told her I was sorry for not believing her. She's napping on the couch right now. The kicker is...today is the day we had rescheduled her shots for the umpteenth time. The receptionist at the doctor's office just laughed when I told her. I'm more worried about the school nurse, who has been after us to get these shots taken care of. Plus, I mean...it's not even a quarter of the way through the year, and she's already missed six days, counting today. Poor baby.

I'm also worrying that, since her chickenpox was such a light case, that she might be coming down with that again. The symptoms she has can be an early sign of impending pox. Ugh. I thought we'd gotten off easy, but maybe not.

I'm kind of bummed out today, not just because of this, but because of something scary and sad I witnessed last night. I've got the baby on my lap right now, so I am going to have to cut this short, but I'm going to need to blog about it because I'm so uncertain about the wisdom of my response (both what I did and did not do). Anyway...I'll have to save that for later.