Her first flu.

Yesterday Alyona was in a bad mood. I wasn't sure what it was at first. I thought maybe she was just having a bad day. We went out with my dad to start my mobile plan and by the time we came home she was screaming. Literally. Non. Stop. Screaming. I started to worry. She started to have stomach problems and soon a horrible diaper rash appeared. I changed her diaper around ten times. Then she started vomiting. I held her in my arms and she calmed down a tiny bit, but every once in a while she'd start sobbing and then would vomit. It was hard to watch her so miserable. She wanted to do her usual naughty things, but I would watch her stop what she wanted to do (like throw things in the toilet) and cry her little heart out. I nursed her for a while and it didn't want to stay down either, so we decided around midnight to take her to the emergency room and make sure she was okay. We got in quickly and checked her out and everything was okay, though they worried about her being dehydrated. We gave her some medicine to help hydrate her and a little part of a tablet and she was soon feeling better, playing patty cake and ladushki and running around looking so sweet in her hospital gown. I was so worried about her being afraid in the hospital. She was so calm and well behaved. She loved the nurses and doctors and all the attention. She has such a flirtatious attitude that warms my heart. She seemed to feel better today and the hella big rash is still there, but it's slowly going away. I still have some of the ointment from the Emirates I brought with me and it works well. They diagnosed it as... some huge word and I'm much too lazy to jump up and find the paper, but basically it was the flu.

We went to Chili's today and she coloured on the paper and the table. I saved the paper. I'm going to hang it up on the refrigerator. Her little "artwork" is the second thing to make me feel like a real mother. It's funny, strange things shock me and then I think to myself "wow, I'm really a mama now!" Both occurred within two days. The first was when I had vomit all over me and I thought I'd die and then I reminded myself that I needed to stay calm not to upset her more. But after the seventh time or so it wasn't as bad as the first few times and I sort of got used to it. But I'm not looking forward to her being sick again. I wish her the best health. And not just because I dislike being vomited on!