Saturday we woke up and got the kids dressed and ready to go to a birthday party. It was in Raleigh (2 hours away) so we packed for overnight. The birthday party was fun. The kids behaved and we decided to stay the night. I put Porter in a pack n play in another room and the twins slept on their cots in the same room as us. Only that didn't really happen. They ended up in the bed with us and tossed and turned and whined all night long. So I managed to get a few hours of sleep. We were both exhausted....as were the kids.
We got up early Sunday, drove home, watched football, and put the kids to bed. Jesse and I were both excited to crawl into our own bed and get some much needed sleep. Only that didn't exactly go as planned. Just as soon as had fallen asleep I heard Porter crying. And I heard him throwing up....
He threw up from 11pm until 6 am about every 5 minutes. He was just miserable. Then came the diarrhea. He stopped throwing up for about an hour so I gave him some fluids. He kept throwing up. I called the doctor and they said to bring him in in the afternoon if he wasn't keeping anything down. Well come 5:15 he was at the doctor. They took one look at him and sent him straight to the hospital. They got him started on an iv but he was still throwing up. Around 10 they gave him so zofhran? to help him keep fluids down. It worked. He slept pretty good, but I did not. Those nurses come in every hour to check on him and while he didn't wake up, I sure did.
He woke up Tuesday feeling better. They took the iv out and let him try to drink fluids on his own and he did good. The poor guy was so thirsty. They released us Tuesday afternoon.
A few hours after getting home Sawyer started puking. Then at 11pm Danner was puking. We were up all night with them. Then Wednesday morning I got it.
Today everyone seems to feeling better. Danner still feels puny. And Porter still has diarrhea, but Sawyer is back to normal.
Jesse lucked out and hasn't gotten it yet. Porter has another appointment to check up on him tomorrow.
This is a few hours after arriving at the hospital. (excuse the quality....it was taken with my phone)
Next morning... you can tell he was feeling better.
He is so cute! You poor poor woman. I had that stomach flu but no one else got it. He must have got that bug from someone at the party. I sure hate cold and flu season. SUMMER, BRING IT ON!
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