My parents came to visit for Christmas. I insist they stay with us, but they always opt for a hotel. For their entire visit, the kids like to stay with them. Miss J and M love sleeping at the hotel and swimming for hours in the indoor pool.
My mom brought the kids home last night and told me that M had wet his pants. This is rare and it usually means that something is brewing. I noticed that his gait was off and he was falling down. These two things happening together usually mean that M is getting sick.
M, normally an early riser, slept until 9am this morning. He woke, called for me, and threw up. As I peeled off his pajamas, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I took his temp: 103.8. He threw up again and I knew that getting Tylenol into him was not happening. I called the pediatrician and put M in the car.
With M's kidney disease, he is at an increased risk of dehydration. When he vomits, he has to be seen by a doctor.
I drove to the office with one hand on the wheel and one arm reaching into the back seat holding a large bowl for M to vomit into. Each time he'd vomit, I'd pull over and dump the bowl. It took twice as long to get there as it should have.
M managed to walk into the office, but upon his arrival, he laid on the office floor. Thankfully he was taken to a room where he quickly fell asleep. The doctor examined him. I'd gotten him there soon enough that it wasn't necessary to go the ER for an IV. Instead he got a shot of an anti-nausea drug in the butt. He yelped, but he was just too sick to really care.
The drug made him drowsy but it enabled us to get some Tylenol into M and M managed to sleep for four hours straight. When he awoke at 6pm, he was able to sip some Sprite. So far it has stayed down.
While M napped, I armed myself with bleach and lysol and cleaned the entire house. Mr.A took Miss J to a movie.
I just really hope it passes soon and spares the rest of us.