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So we're in Cambridge and Henry is officially sick for the first time in his eight months of being out and about in the world. My mother, who is standing right next to me floofing my hair for some reason just told me to make sure I make it very clear that he did not get sick *because* he's in Cambridge, he's just sick because he's sick and it would have happened regardless of where we are. He didn't eat very much dinner last night, and didn't drink much of his pre-bedtime bottle. When I went to bed at 11 I heard a few "oof"'s coming from his half of the room and thought to myself "I bet he's just pooped" then had a mini-debate about whether I should check his diaper, finally deciding I probably should because really, would you want to sleep in poop all night? Good thing I checked because wow, did he have diarrhea. It managed to get everywhere, kind of like that Crazy Frog song. We cleaned him up and put him back to bed and then at 3:30, he did it all over again, only much less voluminously. He had a little breakfast, then my dad and I agreed that his lips looked a little purple, which is when I started quietly freaking out. He wasn't having any trouble breathing and was only running a minor fever. Anyway, to make a long story short, I called his pediatrician in Lewisburg who said some virus was working it's way around our area and that's probably what was going on with Henry. Since he's not throwing up, he wasn't worried about dehydration. He did say to give him soy-based formula instead of milk-based, and he should be on a rice cereal/banana/applesauce only diet until things improve. Henry's completely exhausted right now. You know he's sick when he's perfectly content to settle his head down on your shoulder to be comforted. Usually he pushes away, wanting to be left alone on the floor to do his own thing. My poor baby.