Puke bucket update

So Friday Liza managed to "decorate" the entire ice cream aisle at Kroger with the contents of her stomach, so we visited the pediatrician that afternoon. As far as the doctor can tell, Liza's been suffering from a post-stomach-virus case of lactose intolerance, which is apparently pretty common. So every time she'd get sick, we'd take her off of dairy products (and most other food), and she'd get better, but about the time we'd reintroduce her regular diet, she'd puke again. Sounded good to me.

Now that we have a diagnosis, all we have to do is make it through two weeks of "complete abdominal rest," otherwise known as "you can't eat anything other than bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast." TWO WEEKS. Which includes one househunting trip to Cleveland, and our move to temporary housing. Oh, this is gonna suck.

My mother is here helping take care of the kiddo while I clean like a maniac, and she's trying her best to be helpful. But when the doctor says "absolutely no dairy products for two weeks," I'm pretty sure that includes butter on cinnamon toast. And when you start talking about making pumpkin muffins for the kid, don't get upset when I remind you that pumpkins aren't bananas, rice, applesauce or toast. It's hard on both of us, because we're both the sort of people who offer food to fix problems, so it's killing us that the kid is sick and we can't even make her proper chicken soup. Plus, I've got a six-pack of organic kid yogurt that we bought during the fateful grocery trip on Friday, all of which we're going to have to pass on to another kid because mine's not going to be able to eat it until sometime next month.

But, at least her appetite is back, and it's not like she's dying or anything. She may want to after two weeks of bananas, rice, applesauce and toast, but it's not likely to actually happen.