We delivered Rachel to camp last night - despite the fact that she had thrown up that morning, slept for 3 hours during the day, and looked pretty iffy in the car on the way down.
But as we were walking up to the office to check her in, one of the counselors saw her and said, "Rachel! I'm so glad you're here!" And the director took several minutes to chat with her on the porch of the office, and 2 of her cabin-mates came into the nurse's office while we were there and echoed the "glad you're here" sentiment. And on the way to her cabin, two or three more people said the same thing and clearly knew who she was.
Big grin on her face as we left, and she was putting a bandanna in the back of her shorts for the running game they were having that evening. Even though she claimed she wasn't going to run much.
So while I think there was some real stomach issue in the day or two before camp started, and definitely on Saturday, I wonder how much of Sunday and Monday's troubles were nerves layered on top of that?
Poor girl. I hope as she moves through her teenage years, her body disconnects that GI connection a bit. Because her "gut" instinct? Is to worry. And it makes me miserable to watch it make her miserable.
Of course, if I find out she spent today and the next two days continuing to throw up, I'm going to feel like the worst parent in the world for sending her. Somehow, I think she comes by that worrying thing naturally.