It’s not a road trip until someone throws up.
That’s the post I put on Facebook Sunday as we returned from Kid Two’s hockey tournament in Michigan.
At the time, it seemed like it would just be a funny story to add to the stories about the kids getting sick on trips: Do you remember the time Baby Three threw up in the car in the middle of nowhere in Michigan, and we stopped at that liquor store outside of Galesburg (MI) to clean her up? How when we got her out of the car, in 45 degree weather, it started to rain? How the lady who was working let us come in and use the employee-only washroom – and gave us as many plastic bags as we needed?
So far, so good.
And Baby Three made it the rest of the way home without incident.
But once we got here, she had diarrhea. Then she threw up again. And again.
There went work on Monday.
Monday morning, she got up to nurse – and threw up again, before she could. She nursed, and threw up again. A 6 a.m. call to the doctor – in hopes of getting an early appointment – resulted in being told to take her to the emergency room. One wet diaper in 12 hours was a lot too few.
So to the hospital we went. Spent about 20 minutes in the ER waiting room, and a while in the ER exam room waiting for a doc. The doc was calm, reassuring, but not happy that she hadn’t really peed in going on 14 hours. It was time for an IV.
The nurse who put it in – an Indian man who said he learned to put gauze under the tape so it wouldn’t pull on skin at the University of Bombay – couldn’t have been nicer, but he still earned Baby Three’s eternal dislike. He was concerned because with all the screaming, there were no tears.
They gave her about 200 mls of saline, then looked for urine. None. Three hundred more milliliters. Still nothing.
And in all the time in the hospital, no vomiting or diarrhea, either.
Then they stuck a urine collection bag to her groin, to make sure she wasn’t peeing at we were missing it, and started more saline.
Eventually, she did pee – a little in the bag, and more in my lap. Then she threw up, some in a towel, but more in my lap.
A quick check of the urine in the bag showed no serious problems, so they gave her some IV Zofran (anti-nausea medication) and sent us home with good news and bad news. The good news? She had a stomach bug that should not cause any more problems. The bad news? They only way we wouldn’t get it is if we had this particular version before.
Apparently, Big T did. But later Monday, Kid One, Kid Two and I were fighting for the bathroom. At one point, all three of us threw up within 15 minutes. I got to spend time Tuesday scrubbing out the bathtub and the high chair, both victims of diarrhea – and still managed to keep down tea and toast.
Now it’s Wednesday. Kid Two, who usually gets sick fast and gets over it fast, has already been back to school, and Kid One will be back tomorrow. Baby Three still has diarrhea, and will visit the pediatrician tomorrow. But she seems on the mend, having added bits of toast and banana back into her diet today, and being able to stay awake more than an hour at a time.