Arya and Eiley both told us yesterday that they didn't want to go to church today. They got their wish. I walked into Zia's room last night to the smell of vomit. She had vomited some time earlier because it was crusted and somewhat dried into her hair. A bath and sheet change later, she was vomiting again into the sink. She and I had a long night. I slept in the twin size bed in her room because I was worried about her sleeping on her back and puking. We had a long day of her drinking water, home made pedialyte, and milk. She wanted stuff to eat periodically, but every time she had some thing little she didn't keep it down. She climbed into her chair to eat dinner and I wasn't so sure she should eat. She started acting sort of funny, so I asked Cork "What's Zia doing?" Thankfully I asked because she turned from facing the table to facing us and projectile vomited onto the floor. It was disgustingly hilarious. She even laughed since we did.
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