All done

You've had quite a weekend. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

BEST of times:

Camping. You really love being outside, so camping is right up your alley. We went with the Robison's (Braxton) the first night, packed up and then drove 5 miles down the canyon to the ward campsite, which is where we spent the 2nd night. You loved playing with Braxton, even though he's not always interested in playing with you (I'm sure he'll come around when you're a bit older). The weather was better then we expected and it wasn't too cold either night.

Saturday we went to Big Matt and Jenny's wedding. It was another outdoor event, which you fully took advantage of. Lucky for us I have a couple of younger cousins (Jacey, Nacole and Paige) who had the energy to chase you around all night. Which is exactly what you did. All night long! By the time I got you in the car seat to go to Grandma and Grandpa Hardcastles, you were beyond tired!

WORST of times:

We went to half of church because you were acting tired (more than usual) and started to feel warm. You fell asleep around 11 and didn't wake up until almost 3! Which NEVER happens, I knew you'd be sick for sure when you finally woke up. You had a pretty high fever, but it broke 30 minutes after some medicine. You were actually great, super happy and content, all afternoon until about 10 minutes before we were going to get you in the car to go home.

We were SO lucky to not be on the freeway when it started, because once it started, it wouldn't stop on its own. The only thing in your poor stomach (which ended up ALL over me and the floor more than once) was cottage cheese. You threw up every 15-20 minutes for almost 2 hours, until it was just bile. We finally called the on call doctor because you were almost unresponsive at times you were so weak and sick.

The on call doctor told us to go to Primary Children's. I was surprised, but right after we got off the phone with him you threw up again, so we were on our way. It took almost an hour to get there, but I'm glad we took the extra time to go there instead of a regular hospital. It took the nurse and even the IV team 4 attempts to get your IV in, which was not easy for you or your dad and me. I just felt so bad that we kept having to poke your hands over and over. You begged us for juice. The first time we tried, you threw it up, which probably felt better than throwing up nothing, which you were still doing every 15 or 20 minutes. After they pushed one IV bag and gave your some anti-nausea medicine they moved us to another unit to stay overnight.

We tried juice again, and you had stopped throwing up by then, so you kept it down. You were pretty miserable, but slept on and off. Same with me and Dad. We thought we'd be getting out around 10 am, but it was pretty apparent once we met the doctor in the morning we'd be there all day.

Through-out everything, the IV's, checking his temperature, having to stay in bed all day, all you'd say was "All done, all done, all done". We were so happy when it was finally ALL DONE. I was worried when we finally left that you wouldn't drink enough or eat anything once we were home, but I think you were almost as glad to get out of there as I was. (I was in the same room with you from 2 am until 5 pm. No breaks. I needed real air in the worst way). You were pretty happy tonight, and I think after a low-key day tomorrow, you'll be back to normal, wearing me out as usual.