After puking-round 2 last night, Shaun decided not to stay and ref the game after his and to come home and help me out. I requested that he stop on his way home to get some sprite for the poor girl.
I am so not a big fan of giving my kids pop. (This is a battle between Shaun and I) It is So sO SO unhealthy for you. So when I poured some in a cup to give to her I just called it Sprite, not pop. She didn't like the way it felt on her throat and didn't want to drink it. Well, the genius Daddy told her it was pop and all the sudden she liked it. (At this time I had made her a bed on the floor next to our bed, because she had already gone through both sheet sets for her bed, and I was laying in our bed.) She looked up at me and said, "Thanks pop girl!" I couldn't help but laugh!
Then approximately 5 minutes later she was at it again, barfing everything up! Pretty sure the pop didn't even help!
Let's just say, I'm a walking zombie today! And Maisey is back to normal!