Eyes swayed, so I should have known

When Elise was just days old, she was making a funny hiccup sound while Anni was burping her. I got in real close with the video camera to get that recorded. (We use the video recorder sparingly. Too much work, and I prefer stills.)
I nearly got too close because after doing something strange with her eyes (imagine cross-eyed intoxication mixed with dizziness) she proceeded to puke -- this was not just a little spit-up -- all over herself. Anni burst out laughing and I was just hoping that I got it all on camera. I did. We saved it. She'll see it someday.

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Elise has been a little "off" the past couple of days. This usually chipper child has been irritable. She has been eating unpredictably, unlike when she usually gobbles up everything with a smile.
And last night was just swell. She was awake every two hours, screaming in a tone (and decibel) we had not yet heard. The only way to quiet her down was to sit with her in a chair. It was a rough night.
It did not get much better for her today at school. She filled her diaper and pant legs and shirt with a chemical compound not found anywhere else in nature. And she did that four times. The medically minded would just call it diarrhea, but this is a blog so we're a bit more creative. (Creative, I said, not necessarily breakfast-table reading material.)
She followed up those four rounds with the need for a dunk in the tub and a fifth wardrobe change at home tonight. That was after we visited the clinic to have her checked out for possible dehydration, but that trip was uneventful and free of any diagnosis. (Did we overreact? You would concur with our decision had you seen the kid; she did not look good.)

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It was shortly before her bedtime. I was giving her a bottle. She was guzzling the formula at a steady clip. I assumed she would fall asleep in my arms and I would bring her to the crib.
As she killed the bottle, I noticed a few strange eye rolls, but thought that she just was tired.
I should have known better. Those wobbly eyeballs were a sign that something messy was about to happen.
Sure enough, it did. Every ounce of formula that she had just consumed came right back up and out. She soaked herself, my pants and part of the couch.
And then she did it a second time. Frankly, I'm not sure where it all came from.
Anni was grocery shopping at the time, so there the two of us sat. Covered in it, neither one of us moved for a time. That was followed by a hastily prepared bath -- her second of the night -- and several minutes of me wandering around trying to prioritize: Get her in new pajamas? Change my soaked clothing? Try to clean the couch? Call for reinforcements?
That is when I should have had the video camera running.