Poor sick little girl.

My little Brynlee has been so sick this week. On Monday I noticed she felt a little warm and was cranky, but I had no idea what I was really in store for. That night she got really hot, so I called into work. (This is my co-teachers last week of work because she is having her baby on Monday April 26. So I really wanted to work with her all week instead of having to call in.) On Tuesday Brynlee scared me with a temp of 104.7 So I took her in to the Doc. Her only other symptom was diarrhea. He said not to be concerned it would just have to work its way through her system. Well I had to call in Wed too. That day she went potty like 10 times. (the very yucky kind) She was also complaining about her tummy hurting and didn't want to eat anything. She did drink for me though.
My work said I had to come in Thursday because their was no one. I begged Ryan to stay home because he was sick too, but he said he had to go to work too. I really didn't want her to go over to my mom's house and infect everyone over there, so I took her with me to work to show them I how truly sick my little girl was. I got there and she puked all over my shoulder and arm. Gross huh. (I do feel really guilty calling in sick to work, because I know we are short handed till one of our employees gets off her LOA)
I was sent home and I was in for a hellish day. She cried and only wanted to be held while I stood. She didn't want me to sit. Well, I can't physically do that all day. She is light, but I can't do that. I did however finally get her to sleep. (while she slept my work called and told me they worked it out for me to be off with her Friday too. I felt so relieved because I knew she was so sick) She did sleep for 2 hours and then daddy got home. She continued to cry and cry and hold her tummy. I felt so helpless. Ryan had come home because it was raining and he felt the same as Brynlee. He told me to run to the store to get them both some med and he would hold her.
I didn't even get on to 45th before he called me to come back because she threw up again. Of course he couldn't clean it up because it made him feel like vomiting too. (Poor guy huh, not!) Anyway, she seemed a little better after she puked. But she still wasn't herself.
Friday she still had some potty issues but she was able to hold a little food down. She even asked if she could go to school yet.
This morning she woke up hungry, but now my belly hurts! I really hope I don't get it now. But you can tell it took a lot out of her. She is still really cranky and we slept in till 8, and she fell asleep at 10:30 a.m.!!! I really hope when she wakes up that she feels better. Having sick kids is not fun. It gives me a new appreciation for my mother and all of us kids. She was always good at making us feel better. I tried my best to do the same for my little one. I was the only one she wanted while she was sick too. It does make you feel needed, but it is so draining.