A trip to the E.R.

I don't know what it is about the holidays, that some sort of virus decides it is o.k. to invade our home.
 Last year it was on Christmas. This year, it's going to be on Thanksgiving.

 On Saturday, Haylee had puked twice and was having major diaper explosions. After six hours and a second nap, she was acting fine again. She was happy, dancing, and was able to keep food down. We thought it was kind of strange, and thought that maybe she just had food poisoning.

Sunday we were actually able to sleep in until 10:00 a.m.! Yes, it is very exciting news, since "sleeping in" around here means being able to sleep until six or seven in the morning. We went out for lunch to raising cane's, did a lot  a little shopping at target and old navy and didn't see anything strange going on with Aidan the whole time we were out. He was acting like his normal self. Well, he was a little more energetic than usual, we were actually having to tell him to calm down. We had bought him some m&m's at target and as soon as we got back in the car to head home, he wanted to eat some, so I gave him a few.

As soon as I unbuckled him from his car seat and took him out of the car, he threw them all up on the drive way. We figured he had gotten whatever haylee had the day before and would be fine in a couple of hours, but I was wrong. An hour later, he threw up again, a couple minutes later he threw up some more. We were trying to keep him hydrated by giving him a sip of water every couple of minutes, but he was not able to keep it down. My husband called his mom, who is a nurse, and she suggested we give him something cold and get him some pedialyte. We tried an otter pop first, but he threw that up as well. My husband was about to leave to go buy him some pedialyte, when we noticed his heart was beating really fast, which could possibly mean dehydration. We didn't want to be one of those parents who rush their babies to the E.R. for any little thing, but he had thrown up twelve times in five hours and just looked miserable, so we decided to take him in after all. Better safe than sorry, right?

We got their at 10:00 p.m. and were surprised that we didn't have to wait that long to be seen by the nurse/doctor.

Aidan did so good answering all the questions the nurse was asking him, even though ninety nine percent of the time he answers with a "yes" doesn't matter what you ask him . A couple of months ago he fell down and scraped his knee, and ever since he tells me " I scratch my knee. I need a bandage." He also told the nurse, and she was nice enough to bring him a bandage for his so called "scraped" knee. :)

Kicking back watching the Iron giant on VHS (old school)

To our surprise, he started acting fine, as he had not been puking for the last five hours.

He was talking off a storm and asking to drink water.

The Doctor gave him Zofran anyway, to control his vomiting, and we kept giving him sips of water.

He seemed to be doing better so we were discharged around midnight. On our way home, we stopped at walmart to get him some saltine crackers and gatorade. He had passed out, and all of a sudden woke up and threw up all the water he had managed to keep down in the last couple of hours. We had him sleep with us, so we could keep an eye on him. 

Poor thing, woke up this morning really thirsty and hungry but he was definitely feeling a whole lot better. So, I gave him some water, gatorade, and some saltine crackers. My husband, on the other hand, woke up with an upset stomach, vomiting and has been sleeping all day. Even though I think I already had a mild version of this nasty virus, I am hoping I don't get it again.