Ashlynn turned one yesterday. We had her uncles, aunties, cousins and grandparents over for a cosy birthday celebration on Saturday and hence there was no plan for another celebration yesterday. Mart bought a cake and other than the traditional, must-have birthday cake + birthday song, the day remained quite like any other normal weekday.
The day turned out quite predictable and routine until...
"Dear! Ashlynn threw up!" I heard Mart yell.
The next thing I knew, a portion of the quilt and mattress was covered with white slimy, gooey substance that reeked the whole master room of an acrid stench.
What greeted me was secondary. I was more concerned about how Ashlynn was.
Ashlynn whined a little and continued rolling on the bed shortly after (as per her routine before she snoozes each day).
Given that Ashlynn was not our first kid, Mart and I were a lot more calm and collected as compared to the first time Adri fell sick (well, she tumbled off the bed at 5 months).
Ashlynn seemed ok so Mart and I busied ourselves with the mess...
Before we were quite done with the cleaning up, we heard what we thought was another "waterfall".
Splat! Another patch of stinky gooey substance added to the mess on the bed. Ashlynn had thrown up at a corner of the mattress. There were some remnants on the parquet flooring too.
This time round, Ashlynn obviously felt terribly for she was crying with all her might.
Mart quickly comforted and soothed our lil one while I tried to clean up the mess.
After some minutes, Mart beamed and reported that Ashlynn had fallen fast asleep in her crib.
Thank God! Wait no further, we got down to cleaning up.
Just as we were about to be done, we heard Ashlynn's shrill cry again. A quick check on her and we found out she had, once again, thrown up.
Gosh! For the 3rd time within the hour!
Her screaming and wailing probably caused further refluxes and two other bouts of puking ensued shortly, leaving Mart and I little time to react.
We decided it was time to take her to the hospital.
Some quick calls were made and Mart took Ashlynn to Mt Alvernia while I stayed home with Adri. While I had very much wanted to be with Ashlynn, I could not risk leaving Adri home alone. The recent newsreport of the 6-year-old boy who fell to his death in his attempt to look for his parents who had left him home alone when he woke up from his nap still sends a shudder.
Mart returned from Mt A after some 1.5 hour. Doctor diagnosed that Ashlynn could have caught the stomach flu virus. I thought Ashlynn might have caught the virus from Mum who had similar sypmtoms the night before.
Doc instructed that we were supposed to observe Ashlynn, give her lots of fluids to ensure that she did not get dehydrated. We would have to send her in should her eyes turn yellow and should she look sunken.
Ashlynn slept through the night and all remained well till she threw up again this morning. *Sheer heartache*
Other than trying my best to comfort and soothe her, there was little this mummy could do to alleviate the discomfort.
Ashlynn seemed to have grown skinnier just after a few bouts (totalling 7 as of this morning) of puking. Is the weight loss psychological?
Ashlynn's first birthday has been an eventful one.
Like any other ordinary day aside, the viral attack certainly didnt help to make her day any more special (positively).
This reminded me of her actual birth day - 19 April 2010, the day she arrived blue and bruised. =(
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