We've had a rough few days at our house.
It started on Monday afternoon, Dan called to tell me that whatever Emily had over the weekend was now his. He was feeling a bit under the weather. I got home from work and sent Dan directly to bed. I made the kids some dinner and they were sitting down at the kids table to eat it. Louie came over to me sitting at the end of the table and said "my freckle hurts." He's got a single freckle on his belly that he's quite proud of. So, his belly hurt. I picked him up to give him a hug and he tossed his whole day of food down the back of my sweater. Yes, you read that right! Down the back. I sat there holding him and he did it again, this time down the front. Poor kid. Much to my surprise, I didn't immediately lose mine. That is a customary thing when there is even a hint of puke around . . . nasty stuff.
Well, the evening was downhill from there. Louie's new nickname is "the vomit comet." I felt so awful for him he couldn't keep anything down all night. Even a sip of water came right back up.
At 4am, I figured that it had been 12 hours, no wet diapers and no liquids staying down. I called Children's Emergency Department and talked to a nurse. He said that generally, if there's no wet diapers in 12 hours and vomitting on top of that, they generally want to see the kids to make sure they're not dehydrated (he threw in a little teaser, "right now would be a good time, there's NO ONE here!) We quickly packed up and Louie and I were off to Childrens at 4:30am. It's a good thing we went in. He was very dehydrated. They gave him some Zofran and monitored him consuming fluids for an hour. We watched a Thomas and Friends video. All was well. We got home and he took a 4 hour nap at 8:3o.
Back up to Walgreens, we were picking up his prescription for Zofran and all the other stuff that the nurse at Children's suggested we arm ourselves at home with (adult anti-nausea, immodium and Pepto Bismol). Good thing, I started feeling crappy around 9am. I went to bed only to wake up a few hours later with the evil demon. It was horrible!
Thankfully, we were all feeling better today, after 13 hours of sleep for all last night! It was wonderful. Today, we all just recouped and took it easy.
This afternoon, we went over to Menards (yes, we're are boring married folk, a trip to Menards is the highlight of the day!) We had to go and get the missing parts to the leaf mulcher/bagger/blower thing that I picked up on Sunday.
We got home from Menards and had a major setback! Poor Louie tossed his cookies when we walked in the door . . . I quickly shoved some more Zofran in his mouth and gave him his new favorite, a popsicle. Little did I know, when kids are sick like this, they shouldn't have more than 2 ounces every 30 minutes for 6 hours . . . who knew. If I'd known that, we wouldn't have a huge stain from blue Gatorade on the dining room floor! Live and learn.
We're all keeping our fingers crossed and the anti nausea medication handy, that we'll be feeling better soon.