Seven O’clock or so this morning, my preaches daughter awake from our bed ( from which she slid into in the middle of the night) vomiting all over my pillow and her self. Then she sat up and continued throwing up all over the sheet. Came out like a water fall, Subhanna’Allah it was something else. After she finished and we got her all cleaned up she just sat there and spoke only two words… “It’s cold” I picked her up,changed the sheets and cleaned the mattress. Laid her back down in our bed on a replacement pillow and put the blanket over her. Not long after that, Tahira began to cry and so I got up from laying with Zahra to tend to her. Tahira was down stairs, she fell asleep in her car seat and I did not care to move her. I picked her up and nursed her and here comes miss big walking down the stairs with only her pullup on. She squeezes between myself and the sofa arm and lays her head on my lap. She says ” Aww, it’s ok Tatira” and falls asleep. What a position it was, looked to me to be very uncomfortable. After situating myself with out waking up the now asleep two month old and the sick three year old. I found myself a tad bit comfy. I fell asleep with my neck cocked to the side holding Tahira up with one hand and feeling my leg numb of Zahra’s rather large although beautiful head. A few hours later Zahra woke up and walked away looking like a wandering dervish searching for a place of peace. She just kept repeating those same words… it’s cold. I stood up and laid the baby down in the seat. And scooped up my Zahra and took her onto the sofa. She got up again and wandered away. I went up stairs to lay down and she soon followed me. After a while we were all up stairs again including Tavis and Zahra came up to me and I layed her back in our bed. She fell asleep yet again.
We called the doctor and she said the stomach flew was going around and to bring her in. Tavis did so, but before they left Zahra threw up again. When they came back, I was told it was the virus and she couldn’t eat or drink anything. But in a half our to try crushed ice. By this time it was 2:00pm and Zahra threw up again at the doctor’s office. She was so hungry. And she was not afraid to ask for food. But there was no giving in to her pleas because she would not be able to hold it down. After a half hour we tried the crushed ice, but she didn’t see that as something good to eat. I tricked her into intaking some after a while but the plea’s for food wouldn’t stop. After an hour we gave her water and she was happy about that and enjoyed it. After about two hours I decided to try and give her a small piece of bread. Her eyes lite up, she was so happy and excited. But… after a bit and a swallow, it all came up. After cleaning it up, I removed the bread she was eating from the table. She was so upset about that. She was just so hungry, I could have cried. She begged and pleaded. “Please mommy please, I’m hungry can I have some bread mommy please mommy, some orange, please, some milk, please I’m hungry.” She screamed and screamed and I tried to explain but it wasn’t working. So I picked her up while she was kicking and screaming and held her close to me. We walked over to the sofa and I held her and put a blanket over us. I rocked and kissed as she pleaded for food. Just a little food, any kind of food. I told her I know. I know, and said a prayer as she fell asleep in my arms.
Poor thing, she had nothing left in her. I carried her back up into our bed and layed her down.. She looked at me as I was about to slid off the bed and said… It’s cold. I wrapped her up in the blanket and she drifted once again. She is still asleep and Insha’Allah she will sleep all of the virus out of her system.. Pray for her please.
Wa Salaam
She just woke up…….
