An Unhappy Easter

My 2nd Easter was one to remember.  I woke up very early and before Mommy got up, I threw up on my Easter bunny and lamb!  All this before even having the chance to taste chocolate!

Mommy and Daddy cheered me up by letting me open my Easter present--a new bowl, plate and spoons. 

As the day continued, I felt worse and worse.  I didn't even want to move around anymore.  And can you believe it, not even touch any of my food or toys?!

The next day, I continued to be sick so many times.  Mom and Dad brought me to the GP--and I ended up being sick there!  The doctor was so worried that I was dehydrated that he told Mom and Dad to bring me to the hospital.

I was seen within 5 minutes and was given a lovely bed to lie on, if only I could enjoy it.  Most of the time all I wanted to do was sleep in my Daddy's arms.  The nurses were very nice though--and kept me entertained by blowing bubbles. 

I'm home now and am on the mend.  I'm still very clingy--and I cry a lot when I'm home.  The only things that are distracting me are walks and playing with the housekeys. 

Here I am dozing in the hospital--holding onto a syringe.

Tomorrow, Mommy says I can have some milk again and perhaps some real food.  Can't wait!