Update:
It kills me to not make it better. She can't tell me where it hurts. All I can do is hold her, rock her, and sing to her. She hasn't vomited today. Diarrhea has arrived. Her tummy still hurts. I can tell. She has not been herself. No happy-go-lucky, vivacious, giggly little girl. She is not cranky. She is just wanting to be held. When on the floor, she lies motionless. She might crawl from here-to-there. But it's mainly, just lying on her tummy, her little naughty-self gone. Right now she takes her nap. No fight like she always does. I just laid her down.....and she rolled over and closed her eyes.
Hopefully, by tonight, she'll be herself.............
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