“What are you doing spitting up all over the place? You've got your daddy worried sick." I've just finished unwrapping little Mattias who looks a little flushed, but barely spikes a fever. He does seem a little lethargic though and when I palpate his stomach he scrunches up his little face and starts screaming loudly. Katie is calm enough sitting on the bed beside me, but Caleb is a wreck pacing back and forth across the upstairs landing of their home. "Tummy ache, huh? Let's figure this out." I undo his diaper and notice a urine stain. Should be clear as water if he was drinking properly. Nothing else seems to be amiss. When I put my pinkie finger in his mouth though, he starts up his wailing again and a little light-bulb goes off. "How has he been feeding?" I ask Katie. "Not well the last twenty-four hours or so. I thought it was a phase and every time he would latch on enthusiastically enough, but as soon as he starts sucking he pops off and screams. I don't think he's managed to ge...t a whole lot in.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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