Rough night. I don’t think anyone had more than an hour of solid sleep. Fortunately, stomach bugs are short-lived. While she’s hardly her sparkly self, the Bean is able to eat bland foods again.
Being terrible parents, we are spoiling her with digestive biscuits (translation to Yankee: a heavy, slightly sweet cookie made with graham cracker flour) and toast, mostly. She has been napping a lot, has still had a temperature, and spent a solid hour strapped to my chest in the sleepy wrap, whimpering. Poor darling.
But now and then we get a bip-bop, or a smile, or a feeble wave. She’ll be much better tomorrow, most likely.