Another Day, Another Illness

As if the ear infection and hives weren't enough, I somehow managed to contract rotavirus last Friday. I threw up in my bed Friday afternoon and again around 10 that night. I couldn't go back to sleep, so mommy held me all night. She felt like my heart was racing, so she actually got dressed to take me to the ER, but ended up waiting to go to the pediatrician once daylight arrived. We sped into the pediatrician's office, where they whisked me into the ambulatory room. Mommy thought my vomiting and green diarrhea were yet another symptom of my allergy to the rocephin antibiotic. The doctor, however, thought it was rotavirus and promptly sent us to the Emergency Room at Loudoun County Hospital, Virginia's answer to Seattle Grace.

Thanks to my heart rate of 195 and the severe dehydration, I spent five hours in the ER on IV fluids with my beautiful nurse, Kim, and the equally lovely Dr. McCabe. Around 4:00, I still hadn't perked up. Dr. McCabe said there was one bed in pediatrics left and it had my name on it. A nurse wheeled daddy (who decided this would be a good time to hang out with me on the stretcher) and me up to the pediatric unit, where we were greeted by our new nurse, Tricia. She was so nice (and again...quite pretty) that I didn't mind when she told me I would be put in an isolation room. Every time a nurse or doctor came in the room to examine me, they had to wear yellow suits, gloves, and masks! I did, however, mind when Tricia told me that I would have to have more blood work. Yuck - I am NOT a fan of having needles put in me.

Mommy sent daddy home to take care of Winston, W, and the house, while she stayed with me. The coolest part about being sick has to be that mommy slept in the crib with me. I never knew mommies could sleep in cribs; and I bet mommy didn't know that before, either! By Sunday afternoon, I had turned a corner. I was playing peekaboo with my reflection in the mirror, and I even got to go on a walk around the hospital. Sure, I was still having explosive poops that blew out of even the most industrial diapers; but I was able to drink fluids on my own, which meant that I could go home!!! We ate dinner at the hospital, and then mommy and I drove home. I was so excited to be back under my own roof. I walked all around the house, making sure my toys were still in place, and making sure the dudyas hadn't gotten too used to my absence.

It was nice to sleep in my own crib for a bit, but I got a little crampy and spent most of the night in bed with mommy and daddy. I was feeling well enough to eat breakfast this morning, so mommy gave me--at the doctor's recommendation--some yogurt. BAD MOVE. It was bad when I threw it up all over mommy and myself while she was rocking me. It was really bad when I spewed some more in mommy and daddy's bed. It was worse when I hosed the chair and blanket in the family room. It was just beyond words when I nailed the ottoman in the master bedroom. I think all of the yogurt is gone now, so I've been resting most of the afternoon. I just figured you'd be missing the blog, so I thought I'd fill you in on the latest. Please pray that I get well soon...and that all of this furniture comes clean.