Patrick was miserable yesterday, barely eating and then bad diarrhea 2 - 3 hours later. Crying a lot.
He's a little better today, not screaming but not eating either. He looks at me like I have the power to make everything all better for him and sits waiting for me to do something, and I spend hours petting him and apologizing for being powerless.
This is so exhausting, physically, mentally and emotionally. And on top of it all I'm supposed to live a "normal" life and deal with "normal" daily stuff.