what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
On Thursday night, Jack yakked up all over his daddy (who seems to be his preferred vom target) and spent the entire night doing much of the same. Jack must have caught a nasty tummy bug from the day nursery, as one of the ladies there was also off with it. Very early on Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling awful and spent the next 24 hours with my head in the toilet. I've managed to keep down a piece of toast and some soup today. Go me.
According to our GP, getting lots of bugs is supposed to be good for babies as it helps build up their immune systems. Apparently if they get sick a lot in the first couple of years, they will be better able to fight things off as they get older. I'm not sure if there are any health benefits as a parent to catch every bloody thing your kid brings home, and it's really starting to cheese me off. I haven't been this sick this often in years. I had a cold that lasted from September to the end of November, caught a nasty stomach bug just before we left for Toronto, got an eye infection, had the Cold From Hell the last week of my maternity leave, and now this. Please. No more. I can't take being sick anymore. I've been taking megadoses of vitamin C, eating properly, and drinking litres of water a day. What more do you gods of the icky viruses want?! Leave me alone and go bother someone else who hasn't had a cold this year.
On a totally unrelated note, here is a picture of Jack after he decided that he would like to feed himself a pot of yoghurt. I think some of it actually ended up in his mouth.