Sick

Rhys was sick yesterday.  I picked him up from school and he immediately told me, "Daddy, my stomach hurts".  He is often constipated so I asked him if he needed to poop.  He said he did but I was pretty sure that was not the problem.  He is usually very animated when I pick him up.  He is telling me about his day.  He has a little bit of a bounce in his step.  This walk, from the school to the car, was very quiet and very subdued.  He just trudged along beside me, eyes down.

We cancelled his therapy.  Thursdays are when I go down to the local game store and play games.  I normally take Owyn with me While Rhys goes to therapy.  When he is done with therapy Tracy grabs dinner and brings Rhys down to join me and takes Owyn away with her.  Rhys looks forward to Thursday night all week long (as do I).  Last night he told me, "Daddy, I'm not going tonight, I'm sick".  That's when we knew he really was not feeling well. 

He threw up and had diarrhea.  Tracy called me.  I wrapped up and came home.  We all sat on the couch together and snuggled. 

He was feeling much better this morning.