Mister has been sick all week (hence my Wordless Wednesday- The Bucket post). It started on Monday evening with him vomiting. On Tuesday, it was all he could do to keep Pedialyte down. On Wednesday, he seemed better, so I advanced him to a BRAT diet, but that was too much, so back to the clear liquids we went. Then on Wednesday evening, he also had one bout of diarrhea.
Thursday morning, he got up and informed me, “Look Mommy, the sun is going up, and I’m not sick anymore.” He looked so happy and was full of energy.
I *thought* that it was a great way to start the day.
Fast forward twenty minutes to the breakfast table, where he promptly threw up his breakfast.
I was at my wits end, so I called the pediatrician and scheduled an appointment. I didn’t take him in before that for several reasons… 1) I am a nurse with pediatric training. I know what signs to watch for with dehydration. 2) Aside from IV’s for dehydration, there isn’t much they will do for a three year old with a stomach virus. But, as I said, I was at my wits end. So, off to the doctor’s office we went, puke bucket in hand.
Apparently, I was doing everything right, because the pediatrician sent us home and told me to let him eat/drink whatever he wanted, and not to be alarmed if he continued to vomit through Friday, possibly even into Saturday. And she said that it would take 7-10 days for his stools to “firm up” again, as his system had been “wiped clean.”
So, I let him eat/drink whatever he wanted. And cleaned up the messes afterwards.
During breakfast yesterday, he grabbed the bucket and got sick. He then wiped his nose, rinsed his mouth, and kept eating. Poor kid! You know a kid is hungry when they will do that!
After being stuck at home since Monday, I HAD to get out of the house yesterday. I was feeling cagey. So, I put the kids in the Step 2 Canopy Wagon that we have, and went for a walk. I pulled them on a 5K route, and it took me about an hour and ten minutes. I had to stop three times for Mister to get sick. Good thing I took the bucket. Between them, Mister and Sister weight 60 pounds. Add the weight of the wagon, and I think I got in some pretty good exercise. Judging from the soreness in my posterior this morning, I worked muscles that haven’t been worked in a while.
So far, this morning, Mister has only had diarrhea and no vomiting. I am hoping that means we are headed in the right direction! And so far (with the help of lots of hand washing, alcohol gel, and bleach spray) Sister has been spared from the digestive rebellion. I hope it stays that way.
Last night, Hubs came over and asked me if there was something on his back and lifted his shirt. Um, yah. Large angry red welts! So, two doses of Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride later, he went to bed feeling slightly less itchy, but still with an angry rash. This morning, it hadn’t improved, so off to the Take Care Clinic he went. And home with a Medrol dose pack he came, for an apparent allergic reaction to the catfish he had for lunch yesterday.
Anyway, how was your week?