Poor Ava had a very rough night. She threw up somewhere in the range of 15 to 20 times from 7 p.m. last night until 5 a.m. this morning. I felt so bad for her. :( All I could do was hold her little body and try to comfort her as she heaved over and over again. :( She couldn’t keep anything down, not even breastmilk.
She woke up around 5 a.m. and asked for some water. I knew she had to be really thirsty, but told her to take small sips because I didn’t want to overwhelm her stomach. So she’d take a sip and hand me the cup, several times. Such a good little girl. And she kept it down. Yay!
She then had some “na-na” (breastmilk) and later more water and then more na-na throughout the day and hasn’t thrown up again since. What a relief. :)
I’m not too worried about her not eating until she feels ready for it, so I’m not going to push food.
While she’s not puking anymore, she’s obviously really wiped out and has been sleeping on my lap most of the afternoon.
In the midst of the evening last night, before we went to bed, she and I were just laying on the bed looking at each other and I felt a rush of overwhelming love for her. I can’t quite explain it but even though I knew we had a rough night ahead of us and I wouldn’t be sleeping much at all, I just felt so much in love with her and so in love with being a mom. I truly can’t imagine what my life would be like without her. And it’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t around.
Thanks so much for all of your kind words and thinking of us. Hopefully she will be back to 100% (or close) by tomorrow.