So good, so so good today until 7pm when, in a cascade of pink flobby phlegm, Kip made up for 36 spew-free hours and spent two whole hours retching.
We tried giving him antisickness meds, but he spewed them up. On and on it went, with poor Sarah bearing the brunt of it and me dealing with the inevitable poo toward the later stages.
It had all been going so well.
I spent half an hour doing reading lessons, followed by a good forty minutes of chess. Kip knows all the moves and is starting to figure out strategies too.
He even had some smoothie, to add to the pasta and stuff he’d eaten yesterday.
Clinic tomorrow, may there be answers and effective treatments!