On the mend

So the trip to San Antonio was great up until we headed home.  We were coming through downtown Dallas around 10:30pm and Avery got sick; three times in the car.  It took us an hour to get home and the poor little thing was sick up into the wee hours of Wednesday morning.  We both slept in the master bathroom floor all night.  It was so sad.  She slept all day Wednesday and ran a low grade fever and seemed to be fine on Thursday minus the fever.  When I got her up on Friday she had got sick in bed.  Talk about feeling like a terrible mother.  Friday also brought Jason home sick from work.  By this time I had already disinfected the house twice, the car, carseat, camera bag, pack-n-play bag, the car TV, and about five loads of laundry.  She acted fine Friday and got sick again Saturday night.  By this time I thought this was a joke.  What in the world was going on.  Sunday morning we took her to the doctor and she had some major swelling in her right ear, but the doctor said it was a stomach virus.  We left with ear drops and a prescription for the ear.  Just when I think we are all out of the clear, I woke up Monday morning at 12:58am to be exact, in a Houston hotel, throwing up every hour till 5am.  Please let this be the one and only time this happens to this scale.  I know this is one of many in the years to come, but really.