The Vomit Virus Continues

As you have read, Kyra starting blowing chunks Monday night. It continued into the wee hours of yesterday, on into the morning and early afternoon before the chunks quit flying. Not to forget that on top of the chunks... diarrhea. Mustard yellow to green pea soup, thick like mucus, watery like... like... I think I'm going to get sick.

Needless to say, I took her to the pediatrician yesterday. My only real concern is that she didn't want to drink or eat anything. Not to say that I can blame her, but I know this isn't good for her. The pediatrician told me there was nothing we could do except keep her hydrated. Great, how to I make a stubborn toddler drink her liquids? I expected this, I just wanted to be sure it was nothing more then that silly stomach bug that had got the best of her.

So I take the sick little booger bear home. Offer sick booger bear her sippy cup. She proceeds to bat it out of her face. Okay, well, will she try to drink from a regular cup? No. But she obviously thinks its funny to make me wear the apple juice/water combo. Fine. As some one wiser then me (although I can't recall exactly who) has told me before, she'll drink when she gets thirsty. Other then when she's throwing up, she's happy and plays all day.

Jeremy comes home from work. I give him the run down of our vomit/poo filled day. Explain the doctor's orders. Take myself to class.

I come home from class, he says he got Kyra to drink quite a bit, but she turned around and threw it back up. Mission not accomplished.

We go to bed. Quiet, uneventful night. She slept all through the night. Slept until 9, when I decided she needed to be woken up because sleeping this late is highly unusual for her.

She's kinda difficult to wake up, but I get her eyes open. She still doesn't want to eat. Still doesn't want to drink. Go to change her diaper, which is usually close to overflowing, is, um, nearly dry. Not good since she's been sleeping in that diaper for 14 hours.

We head down stairs to start our morning routine. Feed Kyra a cracker (because up to this point she has refused to eat anything for nearly 24 hours) make her a sippy with water/juice combo. She drinks a few sips, eats half of her cracker before feeding the other half to the dogs. Well, guess she's done, so here, go play.

Nope, she wants to cling to me like glue has suddenly bonded her head to my shoulder. Highly unusual. She sits quietly in my lap as we watch the last half of Regis and Kelly, never makes a peep, never tries to get down. Offer her the sippy, she doesn't even bother to bat it away. She's too busy staring off into space. There's something not right with her.

She falls asleep before Regis and Kelly ends. I lay her on the couch and begin dialing numbers to get a hold of her pediatrician. No one answers... What kind of doctor's office is this? Oh, its the Navy. Lazy son of a b*tches. Call appointment center, no appointments until 7:40 tomorrow! "Um, that's not going to work ma'am. She's dehydrated, she's lethargic, she's not urinating, she's not even fussing. She needs to be seen today. She needs to be seen now." Sweet, kind lady on other end quickly speaks to her boss and gets me permission to go to the ER.

Good, great, lets get this show on the road. Oh, wait. Aww crap, Jeremy has the truck and the car seat. Call Jer, get him home, we head to the ER. We wait in the ER for 4 hours before we see a doctor. Um, if you're waiting for her to get so dehydrated that her body shuts down, could you let us know, cause, just because she's refusing to eat, doesn't mean my husband and I are.

Kyra is seen, pronounced to have stomach bug, deemed to be in need of IV fluids immediately. This was all determined in the 2 minutes the doc decided to grace us with his presence. Jackass.

Two bags of IV fluid later, Kyra is alert, oriented, playing, and happy. She even walked out of the hospital on her own two feet! Lets hope tomorrow is a much better day. I don't think I can take this much longer.

Lesson of the day, I need to hurry up with these EMT classes so I can get to the intermediate level and learn how to put IV's in myself.