Katie is young enough that she still suffers from basic filker innumeracy. That is to say, she kept leaning over to me and telling me that it was my turn again. I had to explain to her that it wasn't, chaos circle or no. And before it got around to being my turn again, Katie coughed a couple of times and then ran out into the hall where she threw up another teaspoon full of stuff.
I took her back up to the room and let Gretchen know that the problem had persisted. Then I ran down to the con suite where I grabbed some Coke (warm flat Coke being a classic treatment for digestive distress) and where Marnie was happily able to supply some chewable Pepto-Bismol tablets, which were exactly what I had been looking for. Gretchen agreed that she'd continue to watch the girls and that I could head back downstairs to the filk. After it broke up, catalana and I were comparing notes on various things when my phone rang again.
Julie's stomach had now rebelled. Several times.
It was an interesting night. The good news was that everyone did get some sleep in between bouts of the girls losing the contents of their stomachs. By morning, Katie was happy to eat fruit at breakfast and Julie was able to keep things down.
I tipped the maid well.
We thought we were out of the woods, but right after we got home, Julie threw up the milkshake that I'd bought for her. Later, she threw up on Gretchen and our bed. But she seemed otherwise in good shape, so we figured that we'd see how things worked out today. (Answer: she's fine now.)
And then we put Katie to bed and gave her a bottle. Which she drained.
And promptly returned all over herself, her favorite blankets, and her badi. I think she was more upset about losing the badi for the evening than anything else. I explained to her that she would sleep in the top bunk and badi would sleep down here keeping an eye on her until he could be washed.
There was a lot of laundry today.
And the girls seem to be just fine now.