On the mend

I have a time constraint to feel better!

You see, Bugaboo started out in the wee hours of Saturday vomiting. He was lethargic, cranky and sick. Since he started the puking just as we were leaving to take Darling to the airport, I ended up having to call my Mother-in-law to come and take him. Which sucked, since I really wanted to see him off. It sounds childish, but I feel he is safer if I, the control freak, can see him off.

So, for the entire day Saturday Bugaboo vomited. He'd start to act better, run around, steal toothbrushes, download stuff on the computer. Then he'd climb up on my lap, put his head on my shoulder and upchuck all down my back and in my hair. For someone who HATES having their hair touched by anyone (hairdresser included) you can imagine this was difficult for me! ACK!

Luckily Bug Boy spent the night at my sister's. Sunday we were due to go to a BBQ at her house, and since Bugaboo wasn't vomiting anymore, we went. He pretty much kept to himself in her finished basement or watching her big-screen tv. He LOVES big tvs! So, we got ready to go after dinner, got on the highway near her house, made it off the entrance ramp, and he started vomiting. Projectile. Like, all over the car. And Bug Boy said, "You know mom? I really don't like that smell!" Uh, Me NEITHER!!!

So, got off at the next exit, one mile up, turned around and went back to my sisters. Dropped Bug Boy off again. Took Bugaboo straight to the children's hospital one mile from my sister's, where we spend the better part of each week seeing specialists for one or both of my boys. I took him straight to the ER, explained the situation, they took us back and ended up giving him an IV. Now, this is a child who does not like to be touch, even by his parents. So you can imagine the horror of the next few hours, between temp and vital checks and an IV insertion! He literally cried, no, SCREAMED for the next two hours, during which I had to restrain him to keep him from ripping the IV out. Even though they had him well wrapped. He started chewing off the bandages and "No-No" arm guard!

When he finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep, I sat there with a glazed over expression, cursing the day I told my Darling to go help his sister move back to the East Coast from Orange County California. My sisters and Mother-in-Law offered to help, but it just isn't the same. I wanted Darling there so I could cry and be worried. Now I had to put on a brave face and make all of these decisions myself!

We were released after several IV Boluses and a few hours. At that point I was beyond exhaustion. The next morning (Monday) I had stomach cramps upon awakening, but thought nothing of it. I thought the lightheaded feeling was due to the lack of sleep. Boy, was I ever WRONG! Within the hour I was rushing to the toilet every five minutes. Everything was going through me. And I still had a very sick Bugaboo!

When my sister brought Bug Boy back , she stayed until Mother-in-law could come. MIL stayed for seven hours. I am so worried she will get sick! But I needed the help, and she offered. I just know that when she gets it, she gets it BAD.

My biggest concern, besides Bugaboo restoring his fluid and food intake, is that my Sister-in-law, her two-year-old and my Darling will be back tomorrow. I don't want them walking into the house of lower-intestinal death. I am hoping to feel better ASAP so I can Lysol the whole house ! THIS REALLY SUCKS!