The case of the curious throw up

So on our way home from our last excursion in Connecticut, Kristen and I were in the front seat of the car with all five kids in the back. Kristen was driving and I was holding Sydney's well-loved blanket. I smelled something a little off, but just figured it was Sydney's blanket (really, it's well loved). Kristen also smelled something, but neither of us mentioned it. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into her driveway. I hopped out of the car and opened Leah's door to get her out. 

This is what I found:

Seriously. Throw up all over her. Miraculously, it only got on her, her clothes and her car seat. Nothing on the car or even on her shoes!

Neither Kristen nor I heard a thing. Not a whimper. Not a cry. Not a moan. And definitely not the lovely sounds of her insides coming out. 

I felt horrible. 

We got her all cleaned up and about an hour later, we were on the road back home. When we arrived, we were supposed to go to an Olympics opening ceremony party. Leah was tired, but seemed better. She didn't have a fever and I just figured she had either been car sick or ate something funny. Plus, it had been about six hours since the incident, so I took her to the party where she went to sleep on a friend's spare bed. When we went to go get her, we found her again, in a (smaller than the first) pile of throw up. She also threw up Saturday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Just once a day, between 2:00 and 5:00 each time. 

I could not figure it out. It wasn't anything she ate. It wasn't the car. I didn't think it was her medication as she takes that twice a day and it never coincided with that. She had no fever and no other signs of any flu or virus. And it wasn't contagious. I didn't want to take her to the doctor because they'd just ask the questions I had already asked and answered myself and they would send me home. But by day six, I was worried about her hydration levels. So I took her to the doctor. Aaaaaaaaaaand, they asked the questions I had already asked and answered myself, told me she had lost a pound and a half, shrugged their shoulders and sent us home.

The poor girl was starving, but it was liquids only for two more days. She ate again yesterday and today and we've seen no signs of throw up since Wednesday. 

I still have no idea what was wrong, but am so glad she is on the mend. 

I'm not quite sure what to do with my spare time. No extra loads of laundry to do. Hmm....