Last week we got a call from school -- Rachel had a stomachache. I talked to her, Drew talked to her, and we decided that we couldn't let her come home if she didn't have a fever, wasn't throwing up, etc. So, we told the clinic nurse to let her finish her lunch and then tough out the day. (Drew said the night before she hadn't eaten much dinner, and that morning she hadn't eaten much breakfast. So, he thought the issue was hunger.)
Yesterday we got a call from the clinic again -- Rachel threw up. She didn't have a fever, but we had to come and get her right away; they make us take the kids home if they throw up or have diarrhea, even if they're not feverish. I was on my way to work, so Drew had to leave early from Pew.
Hopefully the next time Rachel gets sick, it will be early in the morning so I can call in sick or arrange to work from home (I have to let The Post know by noon if I plan to take a sick day, so they can find a replacement). Meanwhile, we have decided that I will take her to all morning doctor's appointments, as I usually do.
As for Rachel she is fine. I called home last night during a quick break at work, and she said, "Mom? About that vomit thing? I felt fine the whole time."
Words you never expect to hear until you're a mom.
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