So we’re doing better. After gratuitous vomiting (her) and sobbing (me) she’s taking some soft foods, a little bit of juice and, most encouragingly, she’s babbling and sitting up and engaging with me more, which gives me great relief. 

My baby is sick. My inlaws are coming to town today. I am running low on cash. Suuuuch trivial housewife problems. Soooo mind-monopolizing. 

These are the days I miss drinking the very most.