My Poor Baby Girl (the Big One)

Michaela, sweet Michaela, finally succumbed to some kind of virus today...she dragged herself downstairs this morning, cheerful but slow which is not typical.  She complained about a headache and went upstairs to lie down.  She, Mike, and Christian had a very late night at a baseball game last night so I thought maybe she was just still really tired. She rested for quite a while, took a nap, and then later in the afternoon I went to check on her and she said she wanted more oatmeal.  I said,"Really?  That sounds good to you?"  She looked at me with very big eyes and said,"I think I'm going to throw up."  I hopped out of her way and she headed to her bathroom and sure enough, there came, in her own words,"a gush, like a water fountain" (you know, the pretty kind, like you'll find in the park). She has thrown up two more times since then, heaving really, and it is so sad to see your little girl like that.  Those involuntary tears falling from her eyes.  That just about does me in. But you have never seen such a cheerful little sick person in your life.  She vomits and then sits up and grins shyly like she feels so much better even though she's sorry about that mess there.  She's so precious and sweet.  I love that girl.  And I hope she feels better in the morning!