Last night I kicked John out of our marital bed to sleep alone on the twin bed in the guest room. No, we weren't fighting, Alex was having a very rough night, the squirming, the moaning, the crying, the all out screaming. It was just easier to have Alex and I alone in the queen bed. It was one of those nights that reminded me of Alex as a newborn. Screaming and flailing his arms, me feeling helpless, not knowing what to do. He was also a little fireball. At 3AM he registered a 101 degree temperature. A dose of Tylenol brought it down and we got about 2 hours of sleep before he was restless again.
About 7am his butt exploded in watery diarrhea of the worst kind. Soaking his pants and running down both his and my legs as I rushed him to his room for a change. I ended up just plopping him in the tub because it was everywhere. While I was de-poopifying Alex, I yelled to John to call the pediatric clinic to see what their hours were. John yelled back noon-10pm. I decided Alex wasn't bad enough to warrant an ER visit, so I gave him to John with a bottle of milk and I went to bed thinking I'd take him in after I got some sleep. Waking up at 11:30 (Thanks for letting me sleep Honey!) I tried to feed the boy some oatmeal. He only ate one bite. I decided to give him some apple juice and called the pediatric clinic to see if I needed an appointment. The message told me they were open 8:30 to noon. It was 12:08! At this point I totally lost it. My baby was sick, dehydrated and I had wasted the entire day waiting for them to open, only to find out we had the hours wrong.
John called again and somehow got the 12-10:30 time again so I just took him in. It turns out he has Rota virus Gastroenteritis which is basically really really bad diarrhea and fever caused by a virus. He's also got a yeast infection on his little bum, which accounts for the baboon ass he's been sporting the last couple of days. I was sent home with instructions not to give him fruit juice or milk (AAck! That's all he's had the last three days!) and to watch him closely for signs of severe dehydration (he is dehydrated, but luckily not bad enough to warrant hospitalization). My poor sick little monkey.
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