Ok, so I don't have it nearly as bad as Sean. There's no vomit so far. Still, there's nothing quite like coming home from a death call to a frantic wife and a 103.8 degree baby.
Jenna's doing better today, which is good, although she's still not great. Fever's back under 100, and she's playing a bit. But she won't eat, won't sleep, and won't drink without lots of urging.
Sometimes it's hard to tell where the sickness starts and the stubbornness ends.