No sore throat. No fever. Just throwing up. And lots of it. The pediatrician tested Sophia for strep "just in case." Turns out, it wasn't the stomach flu. Sophia had strep throat. She was so far down hill, the pediatrician elected to give her a shot of penicillin, not wanting to run the risk of throwing up the antibiotic and delaying recovery any longer. By Saturday night "you should have her back."
Ella has been very independent and a trooper throughout all of this, letting Sophia rule the TV, and laying around inside as we tend to Sophia or chase Andi off furniture she is standing on.
I let Ella pick dinner, and she wanted homemade waffles. It seemed only fair that she get to have a choice about something. She asked me to top her waffles with raspberry jam and maple syrup. I don't know why I didn't just do it, she deserved whatever she wanted after all she's put up with, but I gave her a choice.
"It's one or the other, Ella. Syrup or jam."
"The other," she answered me. And smiled.
Sophia's smile should be back tomorrow night, too.