Sick days

God, do I hate sick days. Eric caught some sort of respiratory infection that turned into a fever-and-vomit-and-coughing nightmare. His BG readings were all over the place, and we had a scary low this morning - 45! I gave him the juice and then held my breath in fear that he’d puke it back up, but he didn’t. Next came doses of Zofran (to make sure it stayed down) and amoxicillin.